The old Honk Kong trunk beside the couch -
Violently, I scattered the litter on top,
Then, knowing it was not enough, I
Smashed it – screaming for you.
You came to me, understanding
And smiled and kissed me. Your were
Sheila and you were Carol. Anima?
Waking, knowing sleep would not come
Again quickly I walked the room.
Seeing my old self in the motel mirror,
Without thought, I began at the right side,
Somewhat amazed at how easily the
Thin hair fell. Was it a memory of the
Last time? A vanity? Or must I shave
My head each time I want to be reborn?