Straw Skin

Loose hair
Dribbles off
My head
Like spools
Of drool.
Decorating
My shirt
With strands
Of straw,
Ash blond
And shimmery.
Clinging

To blue
Fibers,
I tweeze
Them off
With
My digits

The best
I can
At least

I’m not
Picking
At
My skin
At least
The fallen
Hairs
Won’t
Make
Me
Bleed
When

I
Pick
Them
Up