Voicemail Poems

so you do the next best thing and you cut your hair you follow a youtube video and a confident-man-hair-stylist-type shows you how using a mannequin head and swift movements on your turn you take two ponytails and the shittiest pair of scissors money can buy and you snip away at your kinda-long hair until it becomes less long and hopefully more shape arms overhead you’re diving into what no one can say today was the first day of April you got rejected from a job opportunity you remembered it’s your abuser’s birthday you sit on one friend’s porch and don’t talk about it you sit on another’s futon and you do the night wears on the day folds in on itself and you catch a glimpse of your body in the toothpasted mirror arms overhead you’re picking fruit we’ve seen this before in fact we saw you in this exact position three months ago in a stranger’s bathroom using arts n craft scissors you saved the hair before immediately losing it one day sooner or later you might find a bundle of yo