Post-Haircut, Written in Twin Cinema
Katie Wang
my old self is returning I am afraid of
dark roots spilling from sunburnt scalp the past and the future
flattening into the yellowing pink of the now
ends, split into two frail portions of somebody
unrecognizable changed
I blink and it’s time
the black waits for nobody I’m beginning to look familiar
again I think
I wish color would not fade too much
so I didn’t have to learn to love
these variations of myself
the brand new me
soon enough I’ll get that goddamn haircut
and maybe it will be the one that I love,
this time.
dark roots spilling from sunburnt scalp the past and the future
flattening into the yellowing pink of the now
ends, split into two frail portions of somebody
unrecognizable changed
I blink and it’s time
the black waits for nobody I’m beginning to look familiar
again I think
I wish color would not fade too much
so I didn’t have to learn to love
these variations of myself
the brand new me
soon enough I’ll get that goddamn haircut
and maybe it will be the one that I love,
this time.
Katie Wang (Pitzer ’24) is a poet with an affinity for greenery, figs, and Hello Kitty.
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