Hair today

Afterwards he found her hair On the bathroom floor, the shower sink in clumps matted with his own and stinking Her hairs shone on the hall carpet, clogged the vacuum so hands and knees with a stiff brush until he got blisters remembered that in the morning she would dry it in the hallway so as not to wake him Remembered too she there hands and knees and smiling over her shoulder, put that thought deep away Then naked from the waist down buttering sliced white in the perfect kitchen finds one strand under his foreskin from the laundry or the sheets he sniffed like a dog for her scent ... wretched catching it still