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Losing It


A strand of thin brown hair falls into the crease of my elbow

I brush it away

Another lands softly on the table and sticks


Sign of stress

Sign of aging


My hair is everywhere, my friend says. But her locks are thick and long

and mine are sparse


Just relax, I tell myself as I seek to do everything…perfectly…to prove

No jello streaks on the kitchen floor

Blanket straight on the back of the chair

Vacuum in the single closet

prove, move, fix


Little boys happy

Toys stashed in proper places


A long strand ends up in my mouth

The average person loses 125 strands of hair a day


46 47 48


Trichotillomania- the obsessive habit of pulling out your own hair


Another strand falls and I have to believe that is is number 126

So beyond the legal limit


I fall to the floor with it

My fingers searching to clean it up before anyone sees

my imperfection in brown

on a white tiled floor

curled slightly at the end

twisting up towards the ceiling


I pinch it between my two fingers

carry it over to the sink

and wash it down the drain

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