- Matty
[untitled 5w]
The first time they cut my hair I thought how fun
a change
the second time they cut my hair
I thought of ducks or monsters
the third time they cut my hair
I remembered where I had hid a cheereo
the fourth time they cut my hair
they caught my ear with the scissors
and I cried and cried
the fifth time they cut my hair
it was a Sunday and it rained at 4
the sixth time they cut my hair I begged not to be taken
the seventh time they cut my hair
I asked politely for this and that
the eighth time they cut my hair
they lobbed it off easy and easy and it felt treacherous
the ninth time they cut my hair
I had stopped caring about the removed me
the eleventh time they cut my hair
they knew and didn't ask how to do it
the twelfth time they cut my hair
I was silent and forgave myself.
Déjà vu is a cold thing.