Julie Kenward
07-19-2009, 01:39 PM
i sit in quiet anticipation
constantly assuring myself
that everything will be okay
that there’s no need to panic
that it’s best to leave these things
to the ‘professionals.’
then I feel the first snip of scissors
against the back of my neck
the steel blades cool
against my summer skin
i cringe as the hair falls to the floor
sure that they removed more than I had asked for.
i resign myself to yet
another misshaped haircut
the waves and curls
askew in how they lay
Everything is out of whack atop my head
My hair is left in chaos.
i pay my bill and add a tip
silently calculating in my head
how long I can go
before I must return
to endure more torture
at the hands of the ‘professionals.’
constantly assuring myself
that everything will be okay
that there’s no need to panic
that it’s best to leave these things
to the ‘professionals.’
then I feel the first snip of scissors
against the back of my neck
the steel blades cool
against my summer skin
i cringe as the hair falls to the floor
sure that they removed more than I had asked for.
i resign myself to yet
another misshaped haircut
the waves and curls
askew in how they lay
Everything is out of whack atop my head
My hair is left in chaos.
i pay my bill and add a tip
silently calculating in my head
how long I can go
before I must return
to endure more torture
at the hands of the ‘professionals.’