Alopecia

 

 

“I’m sporting a new look,” he said.
I thought he grew a beard or got a tattoo.
Isn’t that what sometimes men his age do?
It hadn’t occurred to me that he shaved his head,
but men his age sometimes do that, too.

He hadn’t shaved his head.
His hair just fell out.
Out of his scalp, his eyelids, his ears, and his back.
“Even down there,” he said.

He has a wonderful face and his eyes look bigger.
He seems newer, squeaky clean and shiny, but
he’s the same clump of pettiness, ball of neurosis,
and matted negativity.

 

 

 

 

 

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