Lacquer
The acetone smell makes me feel sick.
A necessary evil to strip away. Then you are clean.
Neighbour’s chatter as florets and caterpillars land in your hair.
I apply the first layer, the base because a good foundation is what it is all about. Onced cured onto to the next, the colour green aptly named Goddess,
who sits in her dress.
The neighbour’s dog barks, relentlessly. This must be the only dog I hate.
Time to go in listen to some Massive Attack and Chris Cornell and wait for the annoyance to stop.
Also time for Saturday’s launderette. Wash, spin, dry then fold.
The “put away” doesn’t always happen before the repeat of the cycle must happen again.
Round and round we go.
Dry; time for another layer to deepen the colour, an attempt to make it last.
And yet, deeper I go into the not knowing. He said not to think too much.
Time to seal it all up with glossiness, so it looks just surface pretty.
