“CLIPPING NAILS”

Clipping nails,
for me, is worse
than
nails dragged down
chalkboards.
Each sharp snip
is like a pin prick
to my
tympanic membrane;
Swollen and oozing
for your manicure.

At my most sleepy eyed
and vulnerable,
both my parents
clicked their nails off
and read Readers Digest
with the lights on;
In the back
of the 72 Ford pickup
we lived out of
3 months of the year.

narrative poem written on 04-14-2011 by: on mattkane.com
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