Arsenic Lobster poetry journal
Issue Twenty
Summer 2009
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Hair
Kelly L. Morckel

There are the lashes, top and bottom –
the dark, glossy brows                             the nape hairs, the widow’s
cap
           the leg, ankle, knee-fold
big-toe nuisances
chin fuzz, nose       – the eyes watering –            a unibrow above
coke-bottlers
           unbearable old silverbacks, the ass grass, the short, sweet
                      curls of girls, my own that I shave off or judiciously keep
‘neath arms – the hair of men in colors and ways black to white            the
crowning glory mounted
           on noble and peasant heads, equally beautiful, anyone’s Godiva
with small, flesh-bound whispers            the harvest stubble in cavernous
ears are
      – sudden       sudden sound-seeking anemone, unprobed but by sonar
as if nestled
                                            deep in the sea.

About Kelly L. Morckel

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