Every weekend I participate in David Abrams’s “#SundaySentence” project, sharing the best sentence I’ve read during the past week, “out of context and without commentary.”
If I answered now, if someone stopped and bothered
to ask me How is this night different from other nights?
I’d say, or I’d sing, maybe I’d tap it against
the stones—tonight we are all aged, worn from the wrinkles of nails
lining this street; tonight we are too afraid
to sing, to clap, to become happily toothless
and slowly old.
Source: Aviya Kushner, “Nails” (Wolf Lamb Bomb: Poems)