Haircuts

My hair was cut the other day

Half of it ended up lost and forgotten on some floor half an hour away

It was the kind of cut that gives you anxiety about school

Because it is such a large change.

But then you walk to school,

Only to find exactly one person cares enough to say anything

And it’s the random guy who sits next to you in history.

 

I have more in common

With those lost and forgotten hairs

Sitting in a trashcan somewhere far away,

Waiting to be thrown out of memory.

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