HAIR POEM

i didn't know what to do with my hair
& it felt      it feels tattered
my hair   blows thru the wrecked sail   all shredded up
from the pressure of rig & tear      wrung hair
we are constantly searching    with all the vampy lampish
glow forced above    into & around  me &hair
sucking and eating together
we look so hard
we see cracks
we eat people     too
remember the shirt in the poem that had "help me"
and the wrist with the name written on it?
the name crossed off?
i take down my sailish rags
delicate shards      now really   i make a bindle pack
and on the stick holding it   i write my name
on my name i write    "help me"  and my hair
it does