In a hurry this morning,
I jumped in the shower
with my nails still tacky
from Maybelline Robust Red.
Trying to wash without catching them on hair, or skin, or surface
reduced my efforts to pointlessness
any effect as incidental as the cleaning that happens
at a car wash sponsored by Vivid Video.
But then, painted nails make all work impossible;
that is their function.
They are an advertisement for your status as an upper-class woman,
someone who no longer needs her fingers
except as ornamentation.
foundation will tell a tale on you if you sweat,
and high heels will break your ankles
if you try to run away.