BODY IMAGE Poem: When my nails are garnet red, by Kendra Aquino

I’m not sure when I’ll see you next
for now, know that I think of you
when my nails are garnet red
when the waves in my hair are untamable
when I drink my coffee black
when I smell cigarette smoke
when I walk past the Viktor & Rolf counter
when someone compliments my skin
when I wear platforms, patent leather, and rhinestones
when I notice the double take
when I wake up with smudged black eyeliner in the morning

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