She Has a Tail Too
Wait! Yelled a tiny voice. You cannot just throw us away!
I had been trying to pull a long hair from my chin, now it must stay.
Magnifying glasses proved there was a town of mold living at the base.
If you toss the hair, you will take us all to a really dark, damp place.
My husband sees the hair during breakfast the same day.
I can pull that out for you, he offers, but I tell him it must stay.
I begin to decorate it with beads and feathers and stickers after that.
“I can get that for you,” a friend offers. “In two seconds flat.”
She begins to lean forward and the voices scream and wail.
I turn and run, showing her my bouncing back tail.
She has a tail too! The friend says to my man.
She’s a mess, he admits. “Too much time in imagination land.”
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