Hair, Hair, Everywhere

An Exploration of Pandemic Hair Part I, Seussian Style

Flatware, refrigerator doors, pepper mills — nothing can escape the hair invasion. Photo credit: Chris Summers.

Around each room are strands of hair,
They’re on my screen and on my chair.

I’m not surprised when I do find,
A strand of hair on my behind.

My husband does not get a thrill,
When a stray hair lights up the grill.

I make some tea and grab a mug,
Oh look! A hair! I simply shrug.

My husband says my hair’s not thinner,
But finds a strand among his dinner.

I’ve tried to wash it more, or less,
It doesn’t help clean up the mess.

Don’t even ask about the drain,
I’ll save your belly from the pain.

I haven’t cut my hair since June,
But hair salons will open soon.