Hair keeps plumbers in business. It’s ok, I didn’t do anything with my hair today anyway. He preferred the small umbrella with the broken side, and she protected him while her hair lost its battle against the rain. There are those who think that it isn’t sexy. Meth mouth happens because of too much saliva. There is always a little bit of sadness. A dull ache, almost imperceptible. Wondering and chiding – hoping against the evidence. How do you paint a picture of loss, of closed doors, or stunted conversations? The screen goes down, ink pushed, screen lifted, the moment before the lift, each time a chance for disaster or miracle. If it is ruined, can it be fixed with more layers? When should I have known to stop? What colors make indigo? If only I could sit up on a mountain and watch the stars – lungs filled with air that tastes of pine needles and warm earth.