Sarah Carey is a graduate of the Florida State University creative writing program. Her poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Barrow Street, Superstition Review, Potomac Review, The Carolina Quarterly, Valparaiso Review, SWWIM Every Day, Rise Up Review and elsewhere. She is the author of a poetry chapbook, The Heart Contracts (Finishing Line Press, 2016.) She works in veterinary medical communications at the University of Florida.




Sarah Carey

Exploring Roots in the Hair Salon



My father’s dead one year today and I am keeping my appointments I’ll be caped and colored cut recap the reasons I can’t go to grey or ash just yet remember when my stylist told me there’d be time for growing out my roots allowing thick to thrive to throb untamed at least uncultivated gave a name to it: wild hair, as if that stage was yet to come and all my partial foils were an attempt to bring attention to my dark layers’ burrow low lights I’ll say to her, let’s go with the bob that style we liked that worked for us most years, that we were slaves to let’s stay there it feels like home My father would say we made him gray but he lost it all in the end I say keep me in the club of the well-coiffed slightly teased with all that body someone could bury their face in




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