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07/07/2016

The Nail

Lewis Buxton

The nail protruded from the wall
like a middle finger from a fist.
And as we bulged through the corridor,
textbooks stretching the skin
of our drawstring bags,
the boy who had less flesh than all of us
thin as a protractor
misjudged his angles and fell –
high fiving the nail.

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