Best Hairbrush Poems

Alopecia 
I'm lying across my purple bed,
Staring at my vanity. 
I just wish I was dead. 
I'm losing my sanity. 
I can't stand taking these meds. 
Their killing me, you see?
I'm a mess.
I'm not lying, I'm as truthful as can be. 
I used to be...

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The hairbrush you held
With your delicate hand
Still holds your hair
As if you were still here

Your scent lingers on 
Long after the love is gone
If this hair is dead
You’re alive in my head

My hair is unkempt
My beard is uncut
The lights have not been lit since
In darkness,...

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A small hairbrush
On a small shelf
Over her bed

We had talked together
The night before
Not about the weather

Hurricane
Raining; 40 days and 40 nights
Had we talked about the weather

We had talked about things
Things difficult to talk about
Hard to continue, hard to stop

I had seen her comb her hair
I...

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I remember brushing my hair in the dark
hearing the electricity zap
my twin and I used to touch the air, getting shocked
laughing about it
this was enormously fun when we were ten...

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