Nail Polish
Stop picking your nail polish off
You can pick it off quickly and without thought
I wish it worked that way with emotions
But they wallow
Like food in a dumpster
My mind falls to my heart
And it skips eight beats
Rising in my chest
It stretches
My thoughts don’t stretch
They wander inside, never changing
They won’t budge
They won’t move
I will always think of you
And those don’t come off; the feelings
Like picking off nail polish
They won’t even smudge
Not even with remover