There is a pubic hair on the pillow,
that is not mine.
This is the kinkiest and blackest pube I have ever seen,
so thick it could register on a scale,
a petite souvenir from the previous guest,
conveniently ignored by the maid.
I wish I knew if the owner was good looking,
that would make my task of removing the pube,
It could belong to a foreign mustache man,
who doesn’t wash his parts,
with breathe that smells like an antique book.
This is not the spider I pinch with a tissue,
there is no material I can put between me,
and the pube.
I would rather have feces smeared on my pillow ruffle,
or a blood booger wiped on the wall-
for these I could at least request a room change.
I am in pube jail.
Suddenly I want my Mommy.