my fingernails are black
my fingernails are black
below not above
do I coal mine in my sleep
it’s early morning
what is this stuff?
under every single nail
as if I’d dug myself out of a coffin
my nails could not look much worse
I try to remember my dreams
alas no clues at all
a younger me might have tasted this crud
I have finally learned
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2025
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