Leaves of Fingernails

I’m concentrated
On vain efforts to concentrate

I want to relax

Useless

I’m concentrating
On the fingers of my hand
They’re quite long
They petrify like small kids
As I cast a grave glance
They pretend to tame down

She used to lick them while I was pushing her

I’m blowing at the thin leaves of my skin jutting out near my fingernails
At that moment every single thing in the world is out of focus
But the leaves of fingernails