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Nail-bitten girls
in chipped red polish
haunt old theaters,
watch cult movies
after midnight.
Their images flash
through the internet:
a dark curl, a knee showing
through shredded jeans,
those nails.
Fingers hold a tool,
a cookie, a petal, a pen.
Offscreen there's the
biker boy/girlfriend,
the drunk mom,
the scholarship,
the trauma.
It all shows in the nails.
In the dark
they sit in the old theaters
wondering
if this is a real broken heart.
in chipped red polish
haunt old theaters,
watch cult movies
after midnight.
Their images flash
through the internet:
a dark curl, a knee showing
through shredded jeans,
those nails.
Fingers hold a tool,
a cookie, a petal, a pen.
Offscreen there's the
biker boy/girlfriend,
the drunk mom,
the scholarship,
the trauma.
It all shows in the nails.
In the dark
they sit in the old theaters
wondering
if this is a real broken heart.
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