I wish to shave my head,
walk the world without a brush
tatooing colorful mandalas
,following the beat of your back’s trembling
Exhibit my naked cranium,
like an open ground,
by which the memories of past caresses run free.
Exile brushes, curling irons, bobby pins
shampoos, hair sprays.
Collect head scarfs with the same interest
as I watch your slow driving or your compulsion
for ugly shoes,
I want to give away my bald thoughts,
like a fruit sald,
agendas or calendars,
scripts or characterizations.
Only the nakedness of my head
and the shine of my eyelashes,
as I wait for you to wake up…hungry.