A Small Square Inch

There is one small spot
In the middle
On the back of my head
I can never see.
I strain in front of a mirror
Open the medicine cabinet
Strain to keep my neck from turning
But that one area
A small square inch of hair
Remains forever hidden from me
Like the far side of the moon
I shouldn't care about this spot
But having never seen it
I wonder if it's really there
Or if there's a reason it is so elusive
Which makes me want to discover it
Even more so
So much a part of me
Yet always away
Behind me
On me
Like a carbuncle
A scab I yearn to rip off

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Photo: Walters Art Museum