These are “Poems by Veron Lee Campbell | So Hair’s the Thing.”
Hair Phase
A shaft is born and pushes through
in ana-, cata-, telogen.
The cycle ends, it comes to view.
A shaft is born and pushes through.
Upon its death, one starts anew.
The cycle ends and starts again.
A shaft is born and pushes through
in ana-, cata-, telogen.
Epilator Operator
She views the client’s consultation card.
The next hirsute she has is not a teen.
She took a break to have a bite between.
Her clientele has grown; she works so hard.
In quite exquisite coat she moves toward
the cabinet, refills her stock with clean
supplies. A room invitingly serene.
The helps she gives so many has reward.
With gloves on hand, with gauze she cleans the face.
The temperature and time are set to start.
With probe in hand and skin held taut to find
the hair to epilate o’er time erase
the patch. She works with passion from her heart,
and seeks to give her clients peace of mind.
Winning the Race (At A Glance)
With skillful hands she wins the race
and in her place
a bed and stool
in her hand a tool
with which she makes her move to clear
a field of hair
upon the chest
or near the breast
or nape of neck, the chin, the brows
hairline or toes
intent to treat
from head to feet
