Peter J. Grieco
I look down at my hands
and don't recognize them.
Ever since you started me clipping them,
my nails seem a little strange to me.
For all those years I'd always bitten them off.
I clip them close now, so they look like yours
but they grow fast,
while yours don't. Are we so unsuitable?
Is there nothing I can do to prune myself?
To grow something else?
To heal our rift?
Or change your mind?
Or should I forget you and
go back to biting?
Though there's one other thing I've noticed:
we both pick our noses.
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