her hand poises, ready with the scissors
"the thing about hair, you see,
is that once you cut it off,
it's gone forever."
"yes, yes. i understand. shorter.
i want it shorter. cut away", i say
looking straight ahead and breathing in deep
damn. i swear i marked it a bit longer.
"well?" she queries (triumph in her tone?)
"perfect," i reply.
the thing about hair, she should know, is that it grows back.