What We Think About the Missing Girlif her hair had a voice it would sing
low and wordless yet musicalwhen no one appears to be listening
we refer to her hair
using words like "pelt" and "feral" and "river"sometimes when we are talking about the governments
of foreign lands and rebels and the need for change,
supplies and fresh fruit we are actually talking about her hairand sometimes when we dream about a sweet pale liquid
and wake up in the dark, our lips cracked,
our eyes wet, we are dreaming about her hairwhen our president on TV moves his right hand
forcefully and talks in bold, sweeping generalizations,
he is thinking about her hairbefore our old men die, when they are staring upwards
and the room dims, their last vision is other hair
falling slowly towards them, a gold curtain--- From Saints & Cannibals
Christine Hamm
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