06. Haircut

Mom starts chemo, and I need

a haircut. But, I can’t. I just can’t.

The thought of snipping what she no longer has …

 

Halfway through treatment,

Mom’s hair rises from the dead —

bone-white. Mine straggles in, slower than summer,

 

She asks how long I’m planning to let it go

and whether anyone has mentioned that I really do

need a haircut.

Go right ahead.

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