Obsession

For each strand of hair

I pull from my head

I feel a touch of joy

that begins to spread

so I pluck another strand

as my mother reprimands

me

she thinks this obsession

has gotten out of hand

but I can’t let it go

no matter how hard I try

and now that I’m bald

I weep and I whine

for I need another head

to pluck and untwine

I can’t use my mother’s

she’s already dead

I guess I’ll go searching

for some pretty girl’s head