Sinai sat on the stone
combing her hair
un aware of
of what was happening to her
as the door
that appeared behind her
swung open
into a another universe
she must have felt its heat
But no
Sinai combed on
at this point like me
your shouting out

LO O K  B E Hind YOU!

But NO!
not a poem like that
instead
out of the doorway
stood out
the mad axa man of her dreams
and with a pear of scissors
cut of all her spilt ends.