Ecce Femina I am the woman whose Hair is on fire. I'm screaming: "Help!  My hair!" Passersby do look My way. Some of them nod. Some of them say: "There goes a woman whose Hair is on fire." Then they keep looking Away.

© 2008 Peggy Landsman
 Published in Contemporary & Literary Horizon; Red Owl Magazine; and Taj Mahal Review

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