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It was his fingernails that caught her attention

Most men have terrible nails

Chewed, nibbled and torn

Stained and dirty

His nails, on a so very other hand,

Were almost perfect as he tapped his iPhone

Although, she thought, not manicured

She noticed that he didn’t wear a ring

Unbidden, a thought entered her mind

His fingers stroking her nipples to attention

Stop it, she ordered herself

With practiced determination and the indifferent ease of an ice queen

She pulled out her own phone and checked her mail

When she looked up she saw that he was looking at her

Or at least at her hands

So she tapped her fingers on the table top and smiled

He held her gaze

Brought his hands together, clasped

Rested his chin on them and smiled back



David Trudel   © 2013




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Is being included in the American Psychiatric Association’s

Classification of obsessive compulsive disorder

I used to be so afflicted

Nibbling and nipping

Surreptitiously sculpting digit ends

But never to the point of clinical severity

Bitter polish never worked

Admonitions merely deafened my ears

It took tranquility and a change in lifestyle

Didn’t even think about it

Until one day I noticed I had ten nails

Unchewed and growing on my fingertips

Since then I have encountered the disappointment of snags

Pain of a broken nail

And the need for a good emery board

To keep these tappers tapping



David Trudel   © 2012



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