Richard Jarboe


My Hair - Poem by Richard Jarboe

It used to be here,
Now it's there,
A migration
Of my hair,
Once on my head,
Now under my arm,
In the pit
I can see it.
In the ear,
It's here,
Why?
In my nose,
It grows,
Why?
Hair products for removal,
Products to make it grow,
Why?
And wax, hot wax,
Why?


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, November 30, 2011



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