Hair Prayer

[allhailthebaker]

His hand's
in my hair.
May he leave it
right there
until April
or May,
near the nape
of my neck
just below
my left ear.
Let it stay
where it is,
right here
in my hair
and not go
anywhere
for a year
and a day.
Better yet,
let it stay
till I'm gray.

what my mother doesn't know, by Sonya Sones
a novel written wholly in poetry. genius.