She cut her hair when they broke up
They heard this cut in the book of judges
They say she looks brand new when she walks down the street
And when she picks up a bottle of milk in the store
And reads the label
You can tell everything in the milk is different.
Archive for September 21st, 2019
Haircut
Posted in Poetry on September 21, 2019| Leave a Comment »
Beauty is Imperfection 