my hair
suck out the
guilty green grief
and boiling red rotten
regret, from my
dry scalp
and fall away.
everyday.
(oh dear! the drains are all clogged!
shall I call a plumber or a mental hospital?)
///////
there are bald spots
where the tips of your
slit fingers
brushed
do you have silver
razors for
nails?
you can't get them back
not now sorry.
they're stuck in my mushy brain
one day
when i'll shed
off my hair, you can
peel the blue
bald spots
and paint the blood rust
pink in
your little Nail Salon.
