so i cut my hair off

i cut my hair!

nine inches off, 
it no longer extends down my torso 
to brush at the bottom of my ribcage

instead, it barely touches my shoulders

and this is wonderful freedom

i'm making my way to where i want to be, 
and though this is slow, 
i am okay with where i am now. 
this is good. 

it's nice, actually, 
nine inches off and mailed, 
a donation - 
maybe someone else will like it
more than i ever did

and i remember 
the sudden frisson of panic
as the hairdresser
chops through my ponytail

but i am alright

and for once in my life, 
i think i'll stay that way.

The End

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