I dye my hair to be different
from the person I was an hour ago.
I didn't like her very much.
I take a picture or two
to memorialize my new baptism
of peroxide and pigmentation.
The chemical smell fades and the new
becomes commonplace
and I'm back to the person that I was.
And I'm fraying like the ends of my hair
and splitting and breaking and I'm her again:
just as ugly as ever.
Feb 8, 2014
Feb 8, 2014 at 9:15 PM UTC
I dye my hair to be different
from the person I was an hour ago.
I didn't like her very much.
I take a picture or two
to memorialize my new baptism
of peroxide and pigmentation.
The chemical smell fades and the new
becomes commonplace
and I'm back to the person that I was.
And I'm fraying like the ends of my hair
and splitting and breaking and I'm her again:
just as ugly as ever.
