Cut my hair,
cut my past off from me,
and paste it to a card
so I can hold it up
and look at it and think:
how beautiful,
how grotesque,
how comical,
how tragic,
how dear to me,
how alien,
how distant,
how inescapable.

Grow on me like hair.
Grow so long you wrap around me.
Grow so long that I can hold you up
and look at you and think:
how beautiful,
how grotesque,
how comical,
how tragic,
how dear to me,
how alien,
how distant,
how inescapable...

How I hope I never have to cut my hair ever again!

10/26/2009

Posted on 10/26/2009
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