Saturday, April 9, 2022

Red Never Lasts by Anya Krugovoy Silver

Yesterday I had my first manicure in over two years. I chose a subtle pale pink color with tiny flecks of sparkle. Then ran across this poem this morning.

There’s no doubt it’s the most glamorous,
the one you reach for first—its luscious gloss.
Russian Roulette, First Dance, Apéritif, Cherry Pop.
For three days, your nails are a Ferris wheel,
a field of roses, a flashing neon Open sign.
Whatever you’re wearing feels like a tight dress
and your hair tousles like Marilyn’s on the beach.
But soon, after dishwashing, typing, mopping,
the chips begin, first at the very tips and edges
where you hardly notice, then whole shards.
Eventually, the fuss is too much to maintain.
Time to settle in to the neutral tones.
Baby's Breath, Curtain Call, Bone.

- - - by Anya Krugovoy Silver

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