The wind is in my hair
blowing it into swirls of
rat’s-nests knots
impossible to brush
but not wanting to cut the
tresses from my head
I try to brush them free
but they cling to themselves

the feel of the
brush against my head
reminds me of
the tattoo on
my
back, though
not as bad –
I can still see my hair

the wind swirls through
my hair once again
creating the rat’s
nests knots
wanting to remain
yet, I keep my brush in
my hand for the sake
of propriety
and appearances…