blonde crown
Summer Green
I hate my new haircut even though everyone tells me it suits my face
the way my lumpy fringe pokes me in the eyes
and burdens my hairline with deep bumps
but sometimes I catch myself
and I look at me as if I were someone else
in the reflection of a turned off TV
or Dad’s stereo while I’m changing the tune
and she suits those curly layers
intricately crafted by her cheap conditioner
she looks like she walks places by herself
with her rucksack filled with books and poetry
and herbal tea I haven’t even heard of yet
I only get her in glimpses
my shaggy haired princess
built to be in front of a film camera
and printed to persevere forever.