Hair

She sat there
Plucking out her eyelashes
One by one,
Every one;

And hummed as she
Made a careful wish
Without so much
As flinching

From eyelashes,
To eyebrows,
To arms and legs
And scalp

She plucked out hairs
And watched them drift
Towards the ground,
Towards the ground.

Bumped, red, and raw
Bald as she could be,
Her hair was as
Disposable as herself