>@ the hairdresser

>both of us tired and
dizzy shadows fall slow
as sleepwalker, dissolving
gently on scattered haircut.
your first client, 6 a.m. was
a russian bride you couldn’t
understand while you weaved
her hair into marriage braids,
same time when I dealt biz with
japan; our sleep stored safe in
long sleeves while you cut and
our eyes, two pair of misty veil
as they cross paths in the mirror,
knowing, we’ll be home
soon.

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9 responses to “>@ the hairdresser

  1. >Hi Claudia, As always I enjoyed your poem… I could feel the tiredness seeping out of these words and I love "our eyes, two pairs of misty veil as they cross paths in the mirror,"