beginnings & scraps
into the sink, twirl around &
strain for angles dig my fingers deep into my roots
squeeze my eyes shut
shake my head fast hard so the
hairdust endings fall out to
litter my shoulders
turn on the faucet and clear the sink
each hair leaving a tracing
a signature in hot pink dye
looping and spiralling webs on the
cool white porcelain, a map of my
eccentricities.
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