Nail under the edge
Brace, decide
Pull, grimace
Immediately stop.
The little hairs
Stuck in the adhesive
And, well, pain
Changes things
Tug a little
Yep, still hurts
Well, it doesn’t have
To come off directly.
I’ll just ignore for now
Life will handle it
Eventually
The world will provide.
Too much hand lotion
I shouldn’t waste it
No harm in applying
The rest to the arm.
Maybe it’s softened
I’ll just worry the edge
And never mind
Patience is a virtue.
Nice, hot shower
I always scrub
With vigor and soap
Look! It’s off.
Down the drain
Before I can grasp it
Oh well
One problem won’t clog.
The Proud Dandelion 