Not to say that I couldn't be that person.  If the night was right, if the wind was right, if the moon...

Who am I kidding?  It's a frenzy everyday.  I see them.  They taunt me.  I talk with friends.  They call me.  I busily maintain a life: paying bills, making money, dreaming a life of solid tomorrows.  Nails keep growing.

I reason it out to myself like a reflection questioning the origin of its source.  What is in you?

Dirt?  Salt?  Skin cells?  Calcium is good for you, but.  But you are more than calcium aren't you nails.  I wouldn't know.  Thank god.  I'm not that person, but.  But I see them with their nail chewing smiles, and their dexterous familiarity.  I could, couldn't I?

I could slip away from the world of sanitation and scrutiny for a nail or two- harmless, fine!  Fine.  Fine if I do, fine if I don't.  This isn't about fine.  This is about a tomorrow with nails just like these nails today.  These nails that want to be chewed, and this outside world that will not have it.  These other nail chewers and these teeth who's curiosity will not amend.

Moon cheese!

Skin cells, I promise.  Skin cells.  And calcium.

Calcium is good for you!

Nail milk, nail cheese, nail yogurt, nail nipples.  I just can't do it.  I just can't chew.  Thank God I'm not that person.