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Talia Marshall

Hair

When Samson walked into the salon
he asked Delilah to take it all off
made something kneel right down inside her
name like a sigh and her body the same
but all he meant was his hair, tawny and coarse
dark as a lion’s mouth, she wanted
to walk around in it, pitch a tent
and so with the scissors
she cut and she wept, told him
all she’d ever wanted
was to curl like Lucy
round the soft cheek of Aslan
to remove his muzzle and soothe
his great bare head with girl.
 
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