“You would hide your bitten nails under the table” by Sasha at her kitchen table

Friday April 12, 2019
5 minutes
The Intellectual
Benny Anderson

You would hide your bitten nails under the table. That’s what you’d do. You should’ve sprung for a manicure. Can’t remember the last time you did that. One of those places called “Chic Nails” or something, with TVs on the wall and so many tiny bottles to choose from. Flushing forty bucks into the toilet, but whatever. Lots of guys like that. Groomed nails. Whatever. You look at your hands and you see your childhood, your bad haircut and your ill-fitting jeans, cuffs rolled up. You have child hands. Drove your mother crazy, how you bit your nails. She tried everything. Told you she’d give you a dollar for every week you went without biting. “It’s nasty, Viv,” she’d say. You’re nasty, Viv. Why’d you say yes to this date anyway? He probably likes fishing. He probably has a hairy neck. He probably has pepperoni nipples.

“many universities” by Sasha at her desk

Thursday February 9, 2017
5 minutes
From the Manila honey chocolate bar wrapper

Billie never thought she’d do something crazy like go to University. But then she met Sam and Sam said that if you ever wanna make anything of your life you gotta. She couldn’t figure out the application, so she wasn’t sure if she was cut out for the actual thing, but she asked for help, like Sam said, and she finally got one in, just before the deadline.

“Sure you don’t wanna put all your eggs in one basket?” Sam said, polishing her pen knife. “I don’t wanna move away from here,” Billie bit a hangnail.

“Shouldn’t do that,” Sam put down her knife.


“Bite yer nails!”