Snip Snip, cheerio!

June 13, 2011 § Leave a comment

When I stood in front of the bathroom mirror,

angry, cutting my hair short,

all I could hear was the clean zip of the scissors closing,

and your voice from over a year ago,

“Fat girls look better with long hair.”

All I’ve written in the past week has been about gender.

June 9, 2011 § Leave a comment

Gender. Gender identity, gender roles, the gender binary, gender benders, gender-appropriate bathrooms, gender-specific products, and so forth. I am obsessed.

Why can’t you see what I see

June 1, 2011 § Leave a comment

He gives you money

monthly, in hopes that you start

loving him to bits.

Lovers in Taylors Bakery

May 10, 2011 § 2 Comments

They shake hands,

say ” I am surprised to see you here.”

and it is awkward.

He invites her to sit down, asks her how her mother is, tells her she looks good.

She is embarrased. She stirs the straw in her tea many times.

He says he is learning how to cook something besides ramen noodles,

she says she has a new lamb recipe she wants to try.

She is eyeing him nervously, he is tapping his foot,

he says something about the stockmarket, she tries to follow along.

He lists all the Thai places in the area he likes to eat at,

she says she got a puppy since he left. He whips his head up. surprised.

“The empty was too big without you.” She said.

He says “I know.”

He says he hasn’t been with anyone since her, she says no one else kisses her collarbones the way he did,

He says “We could have been lovely together,”
She says “we were.”

Hiaku

May 9, 2011 § Leave a comment

I dont even know

you anymore. I hope you are

happy. I love you.

I was lazy today.

May 7, 2011 § Leave a comment

I head-edited a poem while I was driving to my parents house. I don’t feel like typing it.

Yesterdays poem turned into a short story, here is an exerpt

May 6, 2011 § 2 Comments

When they called her back, Anna smiled politely and said thank you. In the back room was Beth, who smiled and introduced herself, like she does every time. “Hi, my name is Beth, I’ll be washing your hair today.” Anna smilled, said a very curt hello. Beth guided her into a chair, where Anna sat. Beth turned on the warm water and began to gently massage shampoo into Anna’s hair.

This time, like every time, Anna wanted to say thank you to Beth. She wanted to say that Beth was the only person to touch her head this gently in years, and that the life of the widow was a lonely one. But Anna didn’t say anything. Beth was used to this. She scrubbed Anna’s hair silently, and Anna closed her eyes, pretending that she was with her husband, James, and he was washing her hair, massaging her head gently, kissing her forhead, laughing.

It was easier back then, when she was younger, her hair a startling jet black, her husband by her side. But now her hair is grey, thin, and (just like the rest of her body) so often untouched by human hands.

Every six weeks,  Anna leaves her house for the first time in six weeks. She drives 40 miles per hour down the interstate, to a small hair salon. Beth always shampoos her hair, and Cassandrra always cuts it. More than anything, Anna likes this stability, and the ease that comes with being touched by human hands. Cassandra and Beth are used to her comfortable silence, and Anna likes it. She loves the chatter of the other clients, the hum of the hair dryer, the clean, floral scents.

“What are we doing with your hair today, Anna?” Asks Cassandra.

“Oh, the usual.”
Cassandra gently combs Annas waist-length grey hair. She trims the split ends, rolls her hair into curlers.

When she was finished, Anna paid the lady at the front desk.

“I hate touching her head” whispered Beth to Cassandra. “It’s full of dirt and tangles.” I swear it turns six shades lighter every time I wash it.”

Cassandra says “I know.”

Anna gets into her car, drives forty miles an hour back down the interstate, and to her home. She pulls six weeks worth of mail from her mailbox, walks into the house, and reads it, sitting horribly alone at a kitchen table that has room for two.