My Nails

climbing into the trunk of my car
I have to explain to the young man whose wife
just hopped in the lyft that I'm not breaking in
his son has long legs and a diaper in the yard
I have a broomstick to pick my lock
calling myself a low-life in my head
I guess I mean I'm busted
I have my nose so far up the ass of my reality
that I spent the entire commute pushing back my cuticles
and made a little what's up sign with my hand in the rearview
every time someone wanted to move forward