Self Portrait as Rapunzel’s Hair   First, I was comb controlled, a straight-teeth, barely-banged mini pig-tailed temple. Today, I enter a hay thrasher for a braid machine. I cover myself in an acre of blue bows. I keratin, I frizz, I fuck him. Naked, he lays his breastplate aside and swims within me like fine spaghetti. I stink like his pits. He greases me … Continue reading Two Poems by C. Russell Price