I Don’t Look At Your Hair.




When you are in front

And your behind faces me,

I do.

I catch a glimpse

But I swear

All I do is remember

How short it was… when we first met.

It was neater then,

I could see your last re-twist.

I look now

And I can point out the history,

Your memories in the thick strands.

But I do not stare.

I swear,

I just glance because

Then you look at me in the eyes.

I look deeper.

I decide if I want you in or not

I stare

Past the gates.

I choose you for more than your hair.


October, 2016

Signal Hill, CA.


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