I keep pulling hairs out of my bed
that do not belong to me:
Evidence in the ongoing investigation
on migratory follicles.
Like bad socks in the wash
the strands burrow into me
weave themselves into the fibers of my shirts
My underwear co-owned by
like ghosts, strands,
remnants of where a body
has not been – where that body is unseen,
but yet found in unlikely places.
The hair makes it into my intimacies,
floating like autumn leaves, they dandelion-fly
into cracks and corners
Little reminders of loved ones
curl around my dreams.
About the Author
Gabrielle Martin is a Temple University graduate currently living in Philadelphia. Originally from Lancaster County, Pennsylvania, much of her formative years were spent shucking corn. Her work can be found in Hyphen, Insert Lit Mag Here, and A Literation. Find her on Twitter
About the Illustrator
Arushi Gupta is a 22-year-old alien studying to be a dentist in Chandigarh. She is
a die-hard otaku and wishes to go to Japan soon. You can find her singing Japanese songs, making some artsy concoction or taking weird photographs in the streets of Chandigarh.
You can find her works here.
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