BY JOHN MICHAEL ANTONIO

sometimes
I wish
I was one
of the strands
of your hair
wrapped softly
on your delicate finger
DNA-like and inextricable
so tightly wound
with you
that when
they came at you
they would have to
come at me too
and later on
in the late cool night
when I died heroically
on your fiery red hairbrush
I could smile
and say that
I perished happily

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