UPROOT

Uproot

By Amilcar John Nogueira

the hair on my face grows

the hair on my face

with no name for it

grows like a weed.

stating unease:

unease. one hair

there. one more.

dirt grits. up root

smiles like sidewalks

cracks.

yellow petals

bloom my face

restorative me

dandelions make good tea.

tilling the hair on my face

she reminds me it

changes and shifts.

it bleeds me.

scratch scratch

be more be more

an outside grove

my face grows its garden.