A Note from Mel

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Good Hair September 19, 2008

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Good Hair


I scrape the dead,

      dirty loveliness

from his fatted forehead,


Roll the night’s story

      from his eyes,

& set him on the closed toilet seat,


Under his soft weight,

      air whistles from the sky

blue cover.


I reach over aged porcelain,

     Water the bristles

until dripping is rushed to ease


the widening of his binding

    strands, raise the boar

above his head of still-closing plates,


Unravel brief fuzzy rivulets, again

     & again, and when

All is smooth, shiny,


I part my son’s hair,

       Just above the left temple

like the older women tell me


               It is right to do.




                                            © Melanie Henderson


Where’s Mandela?




The Color of My Fruit-Bearing Place

If I had to think of this election in terms of color, those colors would be hue and hue alone. The purest of pure. No changing, distorted, yo-yoing values (blind insertions of black and white). Just straight bouncing blues, anti-rhetoric reds, give-it-to-me straight greens, yes-sir (I decide for my vagina. It is after all my vagina) yellows.



Let Sarah keep her Trig’s aimed at the big maroon-haired animal in the sky blue. Let her keep her Palin peach and stow it under some snow and a dead, antlered carcass. I dare it to bear fruit on the snowy Alaskan plain. She does not represent my color, as a woman or otherwise.




Our times, our times. Color.