The time and strangers who are totally hair
there it goes and I too, feeling like a flea.
In comfort of finite exhaustion, allowing one thing to exist.
I hope I don't watch tv tonight, I hope to make a muscle
just one thing, and the time and strangers
saying "look!" and flashing a proud ponytail
swinging past the door frame momentary
shock, and then the time returning and I a flea
going away for one thing, a muscle, singular, strong
with beautiful hair, shy, back home, get over it
get some new clothes, learn tech skills, get over this image,
this hair, God, what hair, and then the time comes back
I'm outta the tub, what's up tomorrow, I'm so small,
where's my thing, when's my thing?
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