this one hair is connected to the universe
this one hair forcing it’s way out of the back of my thigh
has unseen ties to the fabric of reality
this one hair back there is freaking me out
its coil is curling through space and time
i tried to shave it down but it grew back strong
i tried to pluck it and ended up unraveling ancient tapestries
it’s long and thick
and perfectly isolated on an island of brown skin
i think the other day when i tugged at it, it growled at me
what hair is this
where did you even come from
did you escape from my nana’s mane or some other ancestry
if i destroy you will you bleed
or would the world unfold
little hair down there
tell me the secrets of dimensions and dark matter
let’s master creation together
since the length of your follicle i bet
is rooted at the foot of God’s kingdom