my hair is short now

i wonder if you’d like it

i draw much more now

i wonder if you’d like it

i write poems now

i wonder if you’d like it

I no longer dance now

i wonder if you’d like it

I wonder a lot of things

But so much of it has to do with you

I contemplate just lying down

and asking the ceiling, begging for a reply

my hair curling and damp

Short and dense

pretty and messy

I think you’d like it