Hair Fall

It’s a problem…isn’t it? The strands that fall out of your middle aged head….I heard someone made a movie about it as well…..here’s  part of a poem I wrote on it.

Follicle by follicle

You deceive

It was in a gallery classroom

We read Rape of the Lock

Then rape was a word

And lock connected with tresses

You leave me behind

On pillows, on sofa covers,

On the white tiles of a white kitchen…….

A symbol of deficiency

A symbol of a spirit gone sour

So much regret  scattered.

Is this how I disappear

Limb by limb?