I may have gotten into the
stupidest argument of my life

it was about men painting their
nails
yes
men painting their nails

I want to paint my nails a
deep burgundy
because
well
I feel like I really don’t need
a reason

she said
it would turn my nails
yellow

I said
I don’t give a
****

she said
men don’t wear
nail polish

I said
I don’t give a
****

she said
she didn’t have any
nail polish

I said
*******
I’ll go buy my own
then

when I walked
to the front door
with my car keys
she stamped her
feet and said
FINE!

and she walked upstairs
to her bathroom
where she kept all the
polish

dropped on its head for saying footprint, the baby begins its work of collecting only those sounds it can scare.  its father mothers otherness as one who watches a film to make the world worse.  its brother hunchback and sister backstroke are viewed as two stomachs waiting for hunger to dry.  because my mouth is empty, I talk all the time.