His bitten nails told her everything.
All she needed to know
In his raw, red exposed skin,
Where he’d bitten to the quick.
Dark smudges beneath his eyes
And the incessant tapping of his foot
Corroborated his nails’ account.
And yet, when asked,
He declared himself fine.
She knew, he knew
She would not settle for this answer.
And so she made herself comfortable,
And she waited.