My hair tendrils wrap around
escaped words and absent smiles.
They collect door mats and goodbyes.
I wash the mess out every morning
in twilight showers and honey bees.
Cow kiss and road slick wet,
shiny with shoe polish and promises,
I brush it dry with bristled looks.
No matter how I knot or braid,
my hair flees free and
captures the dust of the day.
published in Scuzzbucket
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