Wednesday, May 11, 2022

Brush

left behind on the bathroom sink 
three hair bands wrapped around the handle
strands still twined in the bristles
of the same kind lingering 
on my pillow from last night
and the smell is soft and sweet and bright
strange mementos these leavings
pieces of a lover shed
haunt my bed
this brush
my head

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