Two bandaids
Same finger
Nail polish slowly chipping,
It is a days work and leisure,
Calousing fingertips
Because it makes sound easier.
Sometimes I fix the chips
Sometimes I miss the small triangle shaped scars,
Litteral scars. Proof I was trained
To wield sharp scissors,
That I sacrificed myself in tiny chunks
That customers walk away satisfied.
Occasionally calluses are enhancements
Little buffers between metal anf flesh,
Steadiness and shaking.
Hands are so very tough to work and play
All in one afternoon
And hardly hurt at all.
Little gangs of 5 for tearing, snipping,
Pressing, shaking, building, molding,
Steering, smearing, thanking, ripping,
Strumming, dropping, picking, tying.
Respect.
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