"Hanina's Letters"
Elaina M. Ellis
I.
A friend once claimed she saw my hair spell words
in wild cursive on the pillow, while I drooled on into sleep.
A poet, even when you snore, she said. I said, I don't snore!
She said, Metaphor. I said, Right. But is it true about my hair?
Then I thought...it makes a certain sense:
the burning bush that is my hair, my
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