Close Cut

They say it will grow.

Like grass, I think, a little care, sun, water.


Wisps litter the floor.  Too many

Sorry, I’m running late calls.


Scissors’ snick, snick


At the sound of the tone leave your name.


He traced the curve of my throat.

He said love.

 I don’t want to look.


Kay Peters is a lifelong resident of the Delaware Valley. She is a retired Oncology Clinical Nurse Specialist who now volunteers as a Parish Nurse.  Her poems have appeared in Philadelphia Poets, US 1 Worksheets, Apiary and Mad Poets Review.  She is an honored recipient of the John and Rose Petracca and Family award.