My Hair Poem by Richard Jarboe
My Hair
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?
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: hair
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