At one point, there was so much hair
I remember cradling it in my hands –
a bird nest of tattered, brown strands.
For me, it’s always been there,
never a full thought even.
It was easy. Slide my fingers
through my hair, maybe three times.
Un-work the knots
before my finger wound its way up
almost to my scalp.
And then pull.
At one point, I couldn’t even feel it anymore.
Rachel Rodgers is a resident of Fayetteville, WV. She is currently a student in the Low-Residency MFA program at West Virginia Wesleyan College, working on her thesis in poetry.