Caste System of Womens Fingernails
Other women’s fingernails are styled, painted, decorated, clipped and buffed.
Movie star-type nails.
With little stars, stripes, polka dots, dainty designs for the seasons even.
My nails are not these.
My nails are chipped, not clipped.
I cannot stand the sound of a fingernail file.
You know how chalkboard scratching hurts some people’s ears?
I could scratch a chalkboard all day long.
It is a fingernail file that affects me like the rest of you.
I cannot stand the sound of a fingernail file.
I keep my nails in two modes: clean and dirty.
Clean lasts maybe an hour after I bathe if I go straight to bed.
Making dirty my usual everyday nail mode.
Neon paint resides in the corner of two or three of my nails on a regular basis.
Green and orange usually.
My nails are often clay-stained from my Kansas dirt, which is all clay.
Yes, thank you for asking, I do have garden gloves.
Lovely pink ones with yellow flowers and green leaves.
The cloth fingers are torn out.
Which I love, because then I can feel the dirt.
I have loved dirt since I was old enough to have a pail and a shovel.
When I meet my friends, I pick the place, choosing the darkest of restaurants.
Their fingernails glitter and glow in the dance of the tiny lights.
My fingernails laugh, thinking of our next play time.
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