Choccy Bic
“cut my nails
for me will ya,
sweet chick,”
says Nan
“they’re sharp
as bloody
knives.”
“sure thing”
says Round
who’s
been hanging out
for a choccy bic
“that’s the trick!”
says Nan
and sticks her feet
in a bowl of hot water
Cath exits
stage right
feeling sick
Baduns
Round
slides
the scissors
under a nail
hard and horny
like old turtle shell
she snips
there’s a crack
like a pistol shot
bits fly off
like bullets
Nan’s fingers
flick
quick as a wink
to mimic
six-shooters
“thur’s baduns”
she drawls
just like John Wayne
“down in thet arroyo!
let’s go get ‘em, darlin’!”
Bernadette Hall