seething hair the strands caught
never held between clenched fingers
tangled on rough cheap sheets
tangled in your teeth
your fingers
after when the blood cools
and skinsweat leaves a salt veil
slowly we will run lax fingers
through devil’s knots
and clove hitches
and figure eights of hair
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