My hair is

Blonde and silky

Velvet soft and fine to touch

Many illustrious strands

Together band

Composing long straight locks

You love to run your fingers through,

The soil that is my scalp,

Releases a steady harvest

Of healthy stalks

Into a pile on my pillow,

Clinging to the shoulder of my sweater,

Coalescing in the shower drain

Collaborating with dust bunnies beneath my bed

Lurking incognito on wooden floors and in carpeted rooms

Weaved together in militaristic union between

The bristles of a dilapidated hairbrush

That had once cost 99 cents at a discount store.