by Camilla Jean Welsch
Something new, please. (Rejuvenate me. Revive me.)
At least massage my head with a good shampooing. (Hot water, but please don’t burn me.)
Cut more off than you dare. (Pare me down to the green shoots.)
Add some mousse. (Am I sparkling now?)
Heat and shape me. (Am I silky?)
Tousle me. (I also need a little edge.)
Oh, and don’t hit me with such a hefty bill at the end. (It’s such a downer.)
Because… you know,
what I really want,
when all is said (and unsaid) and done…?
Is to bounce out of here,
bounced fresh, and done.