Ruddy

 Ruddy

The hair of an archeological dig up

A frozen unearthment of hair

I said I was growing mine out

You said me too

In cemented curls

Mummified   fried tips

Meant to touch gravel to air

Gray blue to Auburn

A whole fire

From rubbing

The edge of the bed

my foot on a chair

I wanted to hear

but the end was a dissolving

Mist in the air never and

Never near

You lifted my leg

These pants were his

Cement in our eyes

Cement coated ears

Fear but we can’t help resist