I’ve recently begun to add a few feeble bits of style to my extremely long quarantine hair. In today’s 23rd volume of Quickwords, my poetry series, here are some poems inspired by that!
| Hairdo |
| Hairdo, do you Care who I want to New in the mirror Who stares at what I do? I do. They do? They do. Hairdo, I’m going to Start changing what I do Do you see the who? The who who I want to Someone who’s like two Squeezed into one dude Do you see who I do? Hairdo, I do |
| Tuft of Hair |
| Hairdo overgrown in a year escaped from blade Casts shadow on my face and blocks my forward view I tie it back but it lacks the length A thick tuft curls around and dances before my sight Waving through the windows — glasses I rubbed my eyes enough to need — A tendril of black in my vision I tuck it behind my ear But it whispers sour everythings At least my brother tells me I look like a ninja |
| Tedium |
| I wish I could live in default Have automatic be the little things I deem to be my character To have this face washed, body shaved, coiffure correct, nails unbitten, manners ever well, parlance quaint, and thoughts so self-aligned Instead I must do the rounds and trim the hair that grows back by tomorrow With each day it becomes harder to believe my actions will change my baseline I adapt to the tedium of aesthetic grooming And hope the bitter matters of my mind are not nearly as repetitive |
