the magic of a fresh cut
i am literally lighter
though not by much
my shoulders have less to lug
my neck has less to nodd
my jaw has less to shake
the dead ends discarded to the floor
some strands sticking to my soft sweater
to be cast later with an enchantment spell
i smile through the curtain at my forehead
a poem about you for you (and you)
September 14, 2020
you are your own though your temperament reminds me of him your head is more ripe mango while his was more soft plum my love
