hair – other animals

back from the moon again this icicle laughter in my hair

(First published in Heliosparrow.)

This bullet is for you he said and poured another drink. Of course when the robots take over no one will notice. Har har gulp. But should I really tell you about the feeling that came over me one day vast as the sky while I watched insects swarm a red mass of hair and bone by the side of the road. If only. The day was hot and he had just been forcibly removed from office so we thought we’d throw a little party. Little did we know that her speech would sour the whole thing and make each of us long for the home we would never see again tucked into the side of a mountain where dogwood blooms and that little pond with so many frogs in spring. But that’s the way it goes. When they bring it out you try to eat with a smile.

at the organic cafe unsure of your unwrinkled hands scraggly long hair scraping fine features the constellations of pimples your rough shirt dark stained apron standing tall and to the side you grant a glance and goddess you were all beauty pink cherry trees burst and burst my eyes wide as fried eggs

and when driving with your eyes closed at least metaphorically the thinning hair of his great plan cropped by the latest expanding correction

first frost

just my hair on the couch

now that the dog’s gone

counting the hairs of my body the poem of thunder

tulips in the soft breeze still losing my hair