My Hair: A Prose Poem

Fun little prose poem I did warming up this morning. Interpretive reading on audblog directly below.

My Hair

When my hair was brown, I kissed Tommy on the white rocks by the lake. It was my first beer.

When my hair was blond because I wanted him to love me, I kissed Mark on the pavement outside the University Theater, and later in his room.

When my hair was short and black and gold like a leopard’s pelt because I was getting over Mark, I kissed Angelo in the garden in Mexico.

That was fun.

Now my hair is brown again with tasteful highlights, and I kiss my husband.

When my hair is silver, I will kiss whoever I have a mind to, and no one will tell me any different.


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