letting go
who would think there would be an attachment to
pubic hair
that soft,
fluffy triangle protecting what is vulnerable
like the
hair on our head -
with no
hair, I feel the sensitivity of my occipital ridge,
my
lobes,
the parts
of my brain,
and now,
that triangle I appreciated since it came,
my symbol
of womanhood,
like grass
on the hills,
leading to
the ocean,
is
gone
and I look
like a child -
a female
child -
I find it
shocking somehow -
tears come
-
it is
visible proof that something is going on
as much as
I try to imagine
that all is
well
there is
this dropping of hair
in such a
sensitive place
saying here
is female
exposed -
she is
raw
please care
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