She said, “A woman who cuts her hair
is about to change her life.”
I lost track of time.
the packing and moving,
unpacking and improving,
the upheaval and the slowing,
the highs and oh-so-low-ing,
the drinks with friends and the dinners at home,
and the sleeping together and sleeping alone,
and everything that came with it all,
my hair finally got long enough
to pull back into a ponytail.
I say, “A women who changes her hair
is changing her life.”