Sliced

I sliced the hair right off my head and let me say,

it was smooth as butter,

every cut.

It dusted the floor like a shaggy, brown snowfall

and I left it all there, hoping maybe

it would melt into the carpet.

With my head ten pounds lighter I floated down the stairs

like a cloud of smoke,

danced around in the yellow evening light.

When he came home,

pushed through the front door with a surge of January air behind him,

he stumbled back at the sight of a stranger in his kitchen.

But he can scream until the sun comes back up,

and new hair begins to sprout.

I don't care.

Yeah I sliced the hair right off my fucking head and let me say,

it was nice to meet her.