Have you ever seen what old hair looks like?
It looks…the same.
Your left behind hair reminds me.
It tortures me.
It is always around, even after I’ve cleaned everywhere.
Days later, I always rediscover.
I’m always finding follicles.
It is painful to discover them.
Might you be purposely committing crimes, breaking and re-entering my heart?
Oh, I do consider these thoughts.
Rickey Rivers Jr was born and raised in Alabama. He is a writer and cancer survivor. His stories and poems have appeared in various publications and are forthcoming in Picaroon Poetry, Dodging the Rain, Elephants Never, Neon Mariposa (among other publications). Twitter.com/