Your hair has grown *****
from all the secrets I have whispered into it. I even had
you sleep on the floor mattress and
butterfly wings, detached spider legs, found a nest in you
swayed in a way that sent you straight to sleep.

There are beautiful things within you that you do not
realize: your scalp is black for their blood,
you are the perfect place
to hide ugly things in because you make them less bad.

Just last week, I heard bugs buzzing
probably in my kitchen or the bathtub drain
missing you.

I told them that
wherever they are, I missed them, and I missed you, too.