A Woman Cut My Hair Today

 
put her palms against my scalp. massaged
until my eyelids moaned.        with each rake
through spoke softly.                said honey
laughed             got me out of war. when she lifted
my brown veil she said.            there you are

a woman cut my hair today. massaged my scalp
with each rake through spoke                           softly;
across the aisle woman cut hair of man
whose son is twenty five and had to mow his lawn
and whose mother.        eats french cake

she mhm. she uhuh. my hair gets shorter.      when
he leaves he leaves a tip. he talks too long, when the door jingles
loneliness makes a sound.

I know why Medusa turns her fondest into stone.

know why her awful mind got motion sick and made
a creature cure. maybe if there was a bug I’d kiss everyone to catch it.
stay in bed for weeks or kiss the man and we’d both laugh
like you laugh when the bad thing didn’t happen. look at everyone
until they all stand still, let our hair grow.                                 talk
until the statues call us pretty. steal earmuffs from the lost stores
to keep the bells at bay.