Give Me a Head with Hair: A Meditation
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The world is full of hair, dissembling. Mine sheds strand by strand, clump by lustrous clump. I could reach up and pull out a handful, make a wig, dye it teal blue. In the window there’s a tree gathering elegance now that the Rockies have promised this winter’s snows are done. I’m living too unobserved to be elegant. Soon my ten minutes will be up and I will try to get them back with these flimsy words, but they will be gone, the way life waves to me from the mountaintops. Goodbye, life says, I will miss your beautiful hair.
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