! Cutting Edge

Like a sharp knife cutting through a bitter lemon into red lips dripping the hairdresser takes my pleasantries, chops them with a cruel hand, throws them back in pieces in my face snip snip into blond hair, brown hair, black, grey, white, what heroic restraint, condemned to a lifetime’s cutting, and not to plunge the scissors into a spinal cord… this little girl who cut her finger with her mother’s scissors perhaps to try to explain how they cut her heart her love that would grow like hair how can I know the heart of this woman who cuts my hair so expertly.. snip, snip..