I thought, “her nail polish is chipping” that one I bought her when we got lost in rite aid and she stole a bottle of wine and offered me my first line in the back of Robby’s Volvo. Her nail polish is chipping and she’s digging the polish into my chest I hear her breathing moisten and I close my eyes to her light as if it hurts to look at her straight. No one has ever accused me of being a man so I sit back and let her lips make me feel like one.