Hair by Ellen Kombiyil
Hair
Ellen KombiyilBeloved, I said,
when I awoke,
Are you afraid
of the hair from my body?
We were sleeping
feet to face, like shoes
in a box, semi-curled,
facing each other. –Yes
you said, but I was
unconvinced.
The hair is like
peaches, I said,
if you put it near
your mouth.
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This poem appeared in Sixth Finch, Summer 2024.
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ENDNOTES
- This is Day 4 of The Sealey Challenge 2026—a community challenge to read one book of poetry a day for the month of August, named after Nicole Sealey.
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