the long black hair on the pillow

she finds a long

black

strand of hair in the sink,

and then

one on

the pillow,

she holds it up with disgust

and disdain,

as if she might

catch something

from this hair,

so, she says, would you

like to explain

to me

whose hair this is.

and look here's another

one on your shirt

hanging in the closet.

well, mister,

obviously,

it's not mine, she says.

i have blonde hair,

and it's not

yours, you are as bald

as a bowling

ball.

umm, i say,

shifting my legs from

side to side

and staring at the ceiling.

i think it's Milagro's

the maid.

sometimes she likes

to take

a nap in my bed

and wear my shirts

when i'm not at home.