Fabergé eggs: A collection of poems by Alexander Hopper

Hair

Yes, please
Shear away
My personality
Make me resemble
Who I am not
For I have always
Wanted
To be pretty
Not handsome

Comments get under
My skin
Where nothing else can
No choice but to
Develop a harsher
Shell or
Walk the
Green mile
To the chair in the
Kitchen

Hairs on the back
Of my neck
Leave mental stains
Surpassed
Only by teardrops shed
Draw a bath
Watch in dismay
As the last remnants of what
Might have been
Clog up the sinkhole