Poetry

The shampoo bottle

Shampoo. The strength restorer. Wash and rinse, you’ll have stronger hair in just one week.

In that time, circles could be sat on, accidentally. Balls of stress repressed, then torn to lose their function. And the song you sung, or the hulahooping in that autumn garden that you watched, years ago, with confusion and amazement all at once… It is all forgotten.

You could fast for seven days and lay in unchanged sheets, only moving for the shower’s promises.

Jack Field