Saga Savage
TRICHOTILLOMANIA
I pull my eyelashes
from my head and collect
them in buckets, keep them
hidden under my bed—
I wish I could glue them together,
fashion clusters into seeds,
build the world’s largest dandelion;
I would blow it all away—
send bulbs and stalks to grow
new versions of myself
in all the world’s cracks, let me
start again—give up these shaky hands
and rabbit heart—trade them in
for parts of me grown in hollows
of trees, the furnaces
of volcanos, the depths
of the oceans—
born new with a full set of teeth,
able to {re}construct myself—
transmute me into gold.