The bathroom
Trying to
Remove the hair
that clings
like little fingers
I simply
release their grasp
Which I wish
I could do with other things
like the past
stuck
to me.
My hair is dense
Now; soft, too
My ass is a tight fist;
I let no man in.
I'm scared
Of regret
And being stuck with
something
I can't take back.
In contrast,
I'm trying to remove
The hair
to make room
for someone
And that someone
I may share my
Secrets with
So I don't
Have to bear them alone
And I become
More comfortable with myself; I
find comfort
In them, too
I have let a secret grow like weeds
Creating a barrier
Between me and another
I see vines
from an arbor
I pass through
and step into
the garden
