hair
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sylvia’s hair
Her hair in a box decapitated like her thumb top was what memories does that hair hold? Sunny days in the water off Nauset perhaps and sharks washing up in yards after hurricanes or that toe big as a Frisco seal? This cut is a bloodless beheading and I stare in fascination a member of… Continue reading
About Me
poet, diarist, writer, teacher, woman, fragile, strong, northern life is my domicile, my barbaric yawp exudes against the tide