I am losing my hair Oh yes I can feel the breeze My fingers slide On exposed scalp Hair’s still there But sparse like kelp It used to define me My follicular identity Curly! Tangles! Jewfro! No need to eat my crusts For cascading blond ringlets But thick goes fast The plughole clogs What am I anymore? A slapping stone A crown of bone Wispy … Continue reading MPB by Martin Parsons