Shoulder-Length Curls
Shoulder-Length Curls 1989 His head of dark, dense ringlets a metal glint here and there Paperclips. His body, tense coiled rattlesnake waiting Wrong move, he’ll strike. Trembling. His voice cracks Deep range wins Above my ear. Can you find them all? Study-hall-bully fun. One-by-one, with finger-tip love I fish them out