A.j. Binash

Rookie - 44 Points (04-20-1988 / Dodgeville WI)

Specks Of Dirt - Poem by A.j. Binash

Using a safety pin,
I pick out
Specks of dirt
From underneath my fingernails.

She’s calling
To make sure
I am alone.
To make sure
I still need her.

There are more productive things to do
Than assuring:
“Yes, I am drunk.”
“Yes, I am next to air.”

Still I answer.

The promises in her speech
Collect inside my skull
Like specks of dirt
Underneath my fingernails.

After she hangs up,

I use a safety pin
To clean my brain.

Topic(s) of this poem: secret

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, November 27, 2013

Poem Edited: Saturday, April 5, 2014

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