Then, without hesitation, she grasped Tengo’s hand, and looked up into his face….
Then she suddenly let go his hand, and with the hem of her skirt flaring, she trotted out of the classroom.
1Q84, Haruki Murakami
i prefer black nail polish
or shades so dark they appear black
although “prefer” understates
this fascination and my jealousy
and then i see your most desired hands
the polish a pinkish-orange i’d call melon
so i ask you if i may hold your hands
each nail like a precious Jordan almond
and you smile raising your hands to me sighing
“it’s been so long since we’ve held hands”
•
it wasn’t you
this did not happen
the hand and nail polish more pink than orange
merely a passing car and someone i do not know
and then the fist of remembering you pounding in my chest
while i alone in my car drove down this black highway
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