Wednesday, darling you complete me forever.

You flow, hair You flow, from where? Way below the skin, you begin. You push through like a subway route. You do not grow on trout. or "You do not grow on fruit." depending on how you pronounced the last line. Hair, so fair, so fine. You are the glue that holds civilized society together without exception. You stand tall during piloerection. What hairy perfection. Hair, you dare to dream You dare to weave, hair. Long, short, none, ingrown. Air dried, wind blown. Tomorrow morning I will leave you a pillow mint Because you are my favorite protein filament.