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 5 7 5 for e
October 16, 2020
peering through thick glass your back to me is waiting any news at all? running down broad steps into your brotherly arms crying without breath!
