Kerri Shying R - # 590 - the memory of a woman

nobody   can run their fingers

through  my long thick hair  

now that it’s shaven     prickly

at the skin   I am bereft    for

all to see      I am alone

the memory of a woman

exposed by smoke   in sunlight

impervious to all  the ways

captivity   designs   now large

now small    this smudge  to show

 just how  we walk   downstairs