I THINK I AM GOING TO CUT MY HAIR
[Image: Black text on a white background. The title is in all capital letters while the poem is all lowercase.
I Think I Am Going to Cut My Hair
because I can’t get my hands on anything else.
New years eve again and my body is
full of fruit flies like last year and I still
haven’t taken out the trash. In the new year
I’ll have a clean room.
I’ll call my mother on the phone and buy fresh oranges
from the market. I’ll tell that girl I love her
and she will kiss me because
my room is clean. but it’s 11 pm and
my walls are the color of old blackberries
and my body is molding from the inside, mushrooms
blossoming in the soft parts of my skull. New year’s eve
again and I am going to be good this time.
I am going to be good.
I think I am going to cut my hair.
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