what have you found understand you’r fingernails lately?
surely not a tennis-ball. surely not a shopping mall.
dull glitter (skin flakes)
dried mucous-balls of inhaled dirt
darkness (in patches along the edge of your finger)
those all make sense. but surely not hope, or freedom, or wonder.
just something completely disgusting. although it isn’t. it will always be you or them under your fingernails.
or clay. or maybe the adhesive from the back of a sticker, like a price sticker on a can of beans.