Thursday, 26 August 2010

A recent poem of my own

hard as nails

this spring
my fingernails started to erupt
their growth rate doubled

they also grew hard
shearing off at mad angles
developing ridges

i kept on walking into things
with my nails
leaving shards everywhere
they seemed to grow lower
and striate

i look at them
and see my mother’s nails
on what are becoming
my mother’s hands
but with my father’s veins

then look at the portrait
just right of me
with my son
and grandchildren

but cannot see their nails

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