I made my hair sit straight yesterday.
But, summer has its ways
Of sweating my scalp.
Salt and the occasional breeze.
“You should write about that,” said the girl,
Who stopped for a smoke,
About something else
Entirely.
“Thanks.”
Kind.
A little
Shock ti
Power.
Speak-easys and
Music without lyrics.
Talk of narcissism
And, I wonder,
Do narcissists know they are as such?
The dog was all fur, and
presumably
Sweaty as howl, too.
Fur ball coat
Dandelion-white.
The masters smiled
And said, “her name”
Meant /hair/ in another language.
Doubling the word
In affection and affectation.
Cars pull u-turns,
To go to the street festival.
They hold traffic while invisible things
cross the street.
WrittenCasey 