As sure as back streets caked in snow
melt and go,
so the stapled cardboard box locks,
as too the thumbs push further in
a thumbnail clicks.
Remember the time your thumbnail clicked
as cardboard panels stood their ground
the time you had that panic attack
nail bent back
just think: thumbnail bent right back. Snap!
It left a curved white line across
a keratin shell over soft blood and skin
bent, for an instant at ninety degrees
Look at the curve of that thumbnail. Ghastly pale,
the blood’s drained from your face. Racing
pulse of panicky sickness
nail bent in the middle - ninety degrees. Concave
and open like a cup
why not bent back from the cuticle up
Actually no, that might even go through me.
Hanging off droopy,
the nail hinged at one end. Bending
in the middle’s not quite as bad,
except the sickening click
as the curved nail bends double and back
And so, I leave you with such thoughts
on opening a cardboard box
and opening a finger nail
Merry Christmas one and all.