Hair’s a mess.
I am grateful
for hats.
Showing posts with label hairs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hairs. Show all posts
Friday, November 23, 2018
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Also Not a Haiku & Written in 1987/8
the closet is clean
yet they are unshowered
lying
between sheets strewn
with
tiny hairs and scattered bits
waiting
for the dull burst of the alarm.
morning.
yet they are unshowered
lying
between sheets strewn
with
tiny hairs and scattered bits
waiting
for the dull burst of the alarm.
morning.
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