Toenails | Simran Ahira

I’ve forgotten to cut my toe nails again

And I’m staring at my foot sticking out the bed

And I’m on the phone to an old friend

And all that’s in my head

Is when

Am I ever

Going to cut

My toenails?

“I’m going to let you sleep now,” she says

“No I’m here,” I want to say but that would be a lie and so I say “okay, goodnight, I love you.”

“Okay, I love you, goodnight,” and silence

And now it’s just me and my toenails.