Bald, a poem by Abhinav Aradhi

 

Bald

I wish my hair’d catch fire,

So I could put it out of its misery,

Cause’ it’s falling out like a college kid

At their wit’s end.

 

Straight down to the root

Of the problem

Are strands unwound in horror.

And they twist and turn till they fall straight out.

 

And all I can see is my scalp,

And it makes me want to gag,

Because I hate feelings so bare,
And I hate being so nude.

 

I’m not proud of my egghead,

And I don’t want it to shine under lights,
And I don’t want the big bowl atop me,

To be not hair, but skin, bone, muscle.