“DRIVING HOME” 26 June 96

Nails bitten down
to the quick
torn cuticles on flat thin digits
nails black, flaked and old
sincerity always lies
in the winter cold

curled inside the skin
of animal hide
exhaustion cuts tempers
to a razor blade
forget everything that went wrong
return in a better state
some other day.

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