2/6/13 10:51am – 2/6/13 11:47am
why she cried i forgot not forgetting the painted haircut
(if you can read this you are experiencing intermission)
i’m doing my best to keep what i
dreamt at the front of my mind.
so when i wake up i may put the pen
straight to paper.
there’s the girl sitting in the barber’s
chair having her split ends trimmed &
receiving new layers.
she had requested that someone must
paint her while seated & she is being
obliged.
i’m enraged by her nerve to request
such a thing.
my head returns to intermission.
i lay in bed long enough to know that
i’m too tired to record what i’ve only
just written.
i push it to the front of my mind & not
before long i’m seated at a different showing.
i am where i work just in time to hear a
seventeen year old girl with braces start
to cry.
i’m more concerned with focusing on
not forgetting the painted haircut than
why she is crying.
my manager walks up practically begging
me to ask him why?
i don’t care to know.
he stands flustered more red than ever.
he must have been sent by me to this
garden to test me.
i don’t remember asking, but he starts
explaining himself; picking out pieces of
blame & setting them somewhere other
than his version of the story.
why she cried i forgot not forgetting
the painted haircut.