I used to always wear my hair cut short,
but Covid made me change my strategy,
for after it proceeded for a quart-
er year without a sign of brevity,
I turned away from seeking a salon.
I let my tresses lengthen, bought my hair
a raft of clips and scrunchies to try on,
and started shedding gray strands everywhere.

Tenacious as the seeds forget-me-nots
put forth, to clutch my legs and propagate,
persistent as the onion skin that lots
of grocers must contend with, there’s a spate
of hair to find in corners, collars, drains,
that of my home existence are the banes.