To transform
I stare at the wild-eyed man in the mirror
his hair flops forward in defeat,
tired of the effort
tired of its mistaken identity
The clippers feel warm in my hand
my thoumb snaps the switch into place
and I feel the buzz run through me
I want this
to watch the locks fall
to stop being seen
as a vampire
and start to be seen as a person
Regarding the Buzz-cut
I almost wish you had gone through with it.
Shaved your head,
removed the distracting locks.
Then maybe those who only saw
a figment of their imagination
would look past you
and I
who see your flaws
and victories
and bald beauty
could have you to myself