Galofo

There are too many colours in my nails:
pink, yellow, white, cream,
plates and margins cratered
by zinc spots, stubborn growth.

I imagine nails like on a cartoon hand,
all one uniform colour and void of variance.
Let me deny the cuticle, the medial,
my animal hooves.

Refute the business of the day
built up under free margins,
gutter hyponychiums,
scratched corpus unguis

The thought occurs
that I could simply wear gloves
and ignore the entire business.
Let’s go shopping.