curls

They recoil like springs

bound tight like a ring, capable

of withstanding the prodding prongs of my hand.

hyper-criticized but arranged and assemble atop my mind,

left to defy gravity and

defy the norm at the same time.

black offshoots, clinging tight like laces on Jordan’s shoes.

aiming high as the 6’s views.

shaped like elastic sixes, and lineup taking fewer Ls than the sixers.

as the nicks of my kinks curl up

my self doubt drop out

the kinky tips all fall down shouting

we don’t care as i peruse my hair

 

[written december 8, 2016]