Hair of the Dog

I carry you with me

In all things, for unknowingly

You are woven into the very fibers

Of my clothes

Having taken root

Around the strings of my shoes

Curling from my shirt and pants

Like an undiagnosed malady

I wear you

Now gathered in the hallway like tumbleweed

Clumped in corners to resemble

Soft unformed brethren

Growing between the very buttons of my phone

Like living circuitry

I mail you to faraway lands in packages

And there you scatter at play in the city streets

Those rolling fields you will never run

An inch of you covers my car interior

Stirring as I drive, windows down

To drift like milkweed on the town at large

I find you afloat in the surface of the bath

I find you in my pockets and am richer

I find you in my mouth and smile

I pull at your string and marvel

At your color and length

Once brown, here gray, a golden strand

The occasional whisker

Searching all day, brushing aside

Never finding all of you

Until in a testament to love

I come home

I collect more