Nail paints

Looks like a house, somewhat. Windows are white, french. Plants are pink, peony. I leer at the may flowers. At the robins long gone. Down the messy stairs I paint my nails with a shade so so light. From my box of trickets I picked colours of my sisters’ choice. Who coated their long curve nails in Noah’s small airy room. On the stair steps. In the dark rooms. On the red porch where men sat in the nights. Noah had nail paints mostly in Silver. I can’t think if my mother had a box of them. She would be okay with any blue as far as it hid her rotten nails, something she heird from her mother. Something I noticed with my own nails as I painted them with one of the colours so so light – Inheritance


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