For the last Wednesday in May…walk the “Avenue” with us
Whether my costume was a princess, comic book figure, pirate, ghost,
fairy, witch- it didn’t matter
In play, these roles were ribbons in my hair.
At night, I shed them,
like a young snake.
Unafraid of my hair, they comb
as if their hands share my hair’s tongue.
leap into my thirsty scalp.
|Phylise Smith (photo provided)|