>why do women paint beaches on their nails?

>You arrive like a brittle breeze at the dongan hills train station
Weighing 225, working scratch-off ticket No. 1
Head bowed in your chest, producing
A spare pack of chins, greasy gables of silver mesh
A taupe dress shirt, with a taupe collar. Where did you come
From? On the floor beside you, a wheel to aid & assist
In the hasty uncoiling of a 25-foot red garden
Hose. A tan so deep, does seep, so deep
Its occurrence is unlikely & inconceivable
In the disastrously creative mind you
Toil, boil, roll and roil in an air conditioned office building.

Your white running shoes, spotless
Your head perched like a gallon of brown milk.

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