I found this knife right by the bar to cut through locks of salt and lime,
to end the sweaty summer neck and free me from the constant beck and call of men who think it's only holy to keep my hair below my hole and shave the hair above it.
I've tied my hair up for the last ******* time.
In past, I brushed it every night and took my time to love the flow of bright new gold panned from the river, and thread my hands through like the winter snow that flows down through December.
I've tied my hair up for the last ******* time.
Now when I ***** at a party, I can work all by myself without the worry of clumping strands or toilet-hair and judgement.