It is Tuesday now
She paints her nails the colour of gold.
I am more than the sum of my parts.
She says,
Pseudo-intellectual
It is now Wednesday
She paints her nails the colour of red.
I do not succumb to the capitalist illusion.
She says,
Marxist-feminist
Now it is Thursday
She paints her nails the colour of black.
I do not subscribe to the lie.
She says,
Anarchist.
Now Friday
She paints her nails the colour of purple.
I resist the myth of the trinity.
She says,
Atheist.
Saturday arrives
She is hung over,
She paints her nails clear, glow in the dark.
I am a child of the 90’s.
She says.
Hedonist.
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