A poem a day in April from Rutgers English PhD students and friends.

Tuesday, April 21, 2015

Make-up poem 2

Glimpsing my bright pink toes
I see someone else’s feet

A stranger's plump little legs
Shorter and rounder than mine

One of the last times I bought nail polish
It was silvery green

I picked it out because I liked the color:
Like nature, like a grown-up party dress

I didn’t think about what it would look like on
(A little like decay)

Someone—maybe my dad—said
Why don’t you try red or pink next time?

Ms Durand wore red nail polish when she picked us up from school
Jocelyn saw it and said

My mother wore nail polish like that for a role. She played the flirt.
Even then, I know this was hilarious.

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