My heart flutters like a small bird
‘Til I chasten myself and think
“Calm down, Lauren, oh my word.”
It is simple and’ll be done in a blink.
Walking into the salon, I greet
My hairdresser and tell her what I want.
“I want to donate, so keep it neat.”
She nods and leads me, with a jaunt,
Sweeps me to the chair soft as a bed.
Talking casual, she starts to cut and snip
I feel a foot of hair separate from my head
I realized she cut more than the tip.
Handing me a blond animal tail
I laugh and hope this haircut’s not a fail.