Fingernails

Haven't cut my nails in months, she said

Could come in handy, I mused

She could scratch out the eyes of her enemies

But that would be too easy

Could scratch out the sky

But that would be too abstract

Could scratch out the earth

But she has a thing about dirt

Could scratch out politics

But the broken flesh would fester

Could scratch out scratchies

And win shitloads of cash

Could scratch out Telstra

That would get them talking

She could scratch out manicurists

But they might scratch back

Could play chicken plucking guitar

For a country and western band

But that would get the white trash excited

Could scrape fingernails down

Blackboards in order to get kids to learn

Could use her nails to slice open eyeballs

Of unwanted alien invaders

Could scratch the universe out of existence

Mmmm keep that one for later

She could scratch me out of her heart

Neither easy nor abstract

Though a little fingernail contact

Could well achieve that

© shaun patrick green 2012