Asymmetric Urges

I love to run my lips
Along my freshly lacquered nails
Their sturdy smoothness soothes me
And I do it quite incessantly
As if to reassure myself
That comfort always lives
Only a hand gesture away
But nearly simultaneously
I feel the urge to flinch
To part my lips and teeth and jaw
And bite down hard
To leave behind a dented scar
Along one perfect surface
Erasing all symmetric sureness
Playing with my own desire
To allow and to deny 
And so sometimes I bite
And when I do I always know
Which nail my lips will seek out first


Painting: Women’s Hands by Christina Maifoshi

~ by April on January 15, 2022.

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