coated in confidence,
my cuticles grace over
my keypads with
an unruly air of
sophistication.

the tips of my fingers
are a canvas
to be removed
in a week’s time.

i am a modern day
michelangelo,
whose sistine chapel lives
on in the form of
hand gestures and
improvised mannerisms.

there is definitely
something to be
said regarding the
prestige of polymer.