Holy man

“Don’t you know holy men can live without food or water for days? They never need glasses or medicine. We never get sick!”

The doctor stared. The holy man urged, “I’ll need a few pills and a new pair of contacts to convince my followers- for a few days tops.”

Wind down

In the thunderclap

she hears her name.

 

Last one in,

the moth enters

before the door closes.

 

Silence unlike the charity dinner

there- selfies first.

 

Deciding where to land

her brown curls,

flow down.

 

She combs her hair,

the length of a girls dream.