the corners of my toenails
don't poke my skin this morning
last night
as you turned in bed
set your glasses on the night stand
I slipped out
sat on the tile by the front door
employed the clipper
I had meant to do this for days
forgot in appropriate moments
remembered on the bus
at a press conference
at the supper table
the tile is cool
half moon clippings make a small pile
I will put them in the trash
come back to bed
it's not so very late
in the morning I will wear my corduroy skirt
with chocolate tights
question: how was your sleep?
mompoet - stepping into Friday
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