Bussokusekika (first attempt) in Various Endearments
- Feb. 25, 2014, 10:49 p.m.
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A gust bends the hair
Into a spindly halo
While we are walking.
I wish you wouldn’t notice
Me tame it back into place,
Worried you will see yourself.
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