Bobby Pins
A single slender staple of the science of indecision,
Misplaced far too many to count
Reappearing in bottomless back-pockets
and on bedside tables of those I love- and have loved.
A little loop of metal to the left of my brain,
Masked by a mass of muddy hair that belonged to my mother thirty years before.
A pin that cannot be kept for more than a week,
And cannot be kept in the same spot for more than ten minutes
A little loop of metal to the left of my brain,
Serving as a constant reminder of my indecision.
An indecisive push then an indecisive pull,
This is how it is with me.
-Liz Buckner
