The Sunday Poem: Someone Else's Hair, by Sirena Rayes

Good morning and good Sunday, Albuquerque! Rich Boucher here, poet, desert compound prophet and DitchRider Guest Editrix for the month of June. I've given a lot of thought to how I wanted to steer this ship during Jon's time away, and I really wanted to use this opportunity to showcase some poets who would not normally showcase themselves. Last week's Benjamin Bormann feature was really the start of that, and this morning I continue on that mission with another fantastic poet.


A poet, in fact, who in my estimation is one of Albuquerque's best-kept secrets....

...Sirena Rayes can be seen and heard from time to time at various open mic nights throughout the city of Albuquerque. A quiet but very powerful presence on the scene, and not one to toot her own horn, despite the fact that the strength, real-life-based immediacy and sheer, brutal vividity of her work certainly warrants a heralding....




Someone Else's Hair



they ask for my name

and then take it

sign here


sign here


one more at the bottom


and I was just one more at the bottom

of a handful of pills

or a bathroom floor


the cold water

between my toes reminds me

I wasn't here first


someone else's hair

on leftover soap

on the wall

in the drain


I want to leave

but I can only leave the empty

plastic containers they put my pills

and shampoo in


they won't even give me Q-tips

they give me instructions


give me a bed time

a hospital gown

give me pink walls

and rice krispy treatments

and take

my blood in tubes

go ahead


test me


as soon as I pop

my breakfast spork through the plastic

ask me how I'm feeling

on a scale of 1 to 10


they have a funny definition

of doing good

I must've complicated things

somewhere down that dotted line

it's actually quite easy


tell me I'm doing good

when a cigarette or a switchblade

doesn't fall out of my bra

during inspection

call me clean


show me to the towels

and my therapist

for the day


I sleep with my knees

very safely tucked in

to my chest

how do you sleep at night


--Sirena Rayes

Poetry submissions are welcome.  Email

Views: 280

Comment by Merimee Moffitt on June 17, 2012 at 9:12am

Sirena, you go deep, Woman.  Ah yes--the theys of the world with all their fixits for jobs--sad and serious poem--survivalism.  sock it to us, sister

Comment by Dee Cohen on June 17, 2012 at 9:19am

Good poem that captures the world of being inside: alienation, loss of self, surrender of control. From the first line, they have taken your name- and won't give it back until you behave... Thanks, D

Comment by Julie Brokken on June 17, 2012 at 10:51am

❤ love ya chica!

Comment by Margaret Randall on June 17, 2012 at 5:39pm

Strong poem! Thank you. Does a great job of contrasting what we get with what we need.

Comment by cc on June 19, 2012 at 7:49pm

good attitude in this poem - how they treat you, where this takes place, in an institutional, impersonal way - this kinda treatment needs an honest word play like this to challenge it!


You need to be a member of Duke City Fix to add comments!

Join Duke City Fix

Connect with Us!

Featured Events in Albuquerque

Big Changes to the Fix!

We're making changes to the Fix! Check in with us for local news stories, events, photos, all the usual DCF stuff, on Facebook and Instagram starting September 1st. Find out more!

© 2017   Created by Duke City Fix.   Powered by

Badges  |  Report an Issue  |  Terms of Service