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Hair by Ellen Kombiyil

Hair
Ellen Kombiyil

Beloved, 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.

ABOUT ELLEN KOMBIYIL

Ellen Kombiyil is the author of Histories of the Future Perfect (2015), and a micro chapbook Avalanche Tunnel (2016). Recent work has appeared or is forthcoming in New Ohio Review, Nimrod, North American Review, Ploughshares, and Salt Hill. She is a two-time winner of the Mary M. Fay Poetry Award from Hunter College, a recipient of an Academy of American Poets college prize, and was awarded the Nancy Dean Medieval Prize for an essay on the acoustic quality of Chaucer’s poetics. She

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