Wild Hair
always I have longed for wild hair
wires twisting out of my brain
follicles wrapped around synapse
screaming for the moon
my face lost in mesh spirals
disheveled, bedroom hair flying in the breeze
shameless curls flinging themselves into my eyes
self-assured in the eighties
when ironed and confined were in
I would have flaunted my
unrestricted halo of fire
no slicked sides or smooth flip would sidle over my ears
my hair would be free, wild and alive
filling my headspace with pleasure
still, I want my granny grey
twisted into dreaded tentacles
coiling my head like an aura
what a life I would have lived had wild hair been mine
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