5533. WHEN MY LONG FINGERNAILS RUN DRY

WHEN MY LONG 

FINGERNAILS RUN DRY

I am doing something now I always wished to do 

when growing old : I am just letting everything go.

My fingernails are four inches long, like in Death, and

they run to curvaceous curves and twists. I have eyelashes

which can brush the window and brows untrimmed that

can wash my car. My face and hair have grown neglected,

long and tawdry now. I am here but do not care, 

(and, please, you, do not care as well). There are

blinds on the shades, and shades on the blinds.

Any light coming in  -  or light to be found  - 

I do not wish to see it.