Dec 2011
'Your hair is shorter' he remarked,
hand on the counter
eyes on the floor.
'I cut it' was all I could muster
dead words ****** out
into the ancient air
and held,
steadfast,
in our wake.
hand on the counter
eyes on the floor.
'I cut it' was all I could muster
dead words ****** out
into the ancient air
and held,
steadfast,
in our wake.
