I am not about to sit here and say that each Sunday I’ll be posting one of my poems here, but I do plan to do this every once and a while. Writing group folks, you’ve seen this one, but I have made some edits.
Coiffure
I had what I thought
was Harlem Renaissance hair,
magnificent curls
born of night
and pink foam rollers. To,
“I like your hair,” I responded,
“I feel like I should be singing
in a smoky bar.” He answered
back, “Like Norah Jones.”
I had been thinking
Billie Holiday.
