Pieces fall
Reddish curls pile in the sink
I’m sick of having wings when I wake up in the morning
Shave it off
Buzz the wings
Skim away the opinions of others
Who are more comfortable in the middle
Thick piles are beginning to clog the drain
Funny how what chokes the flowing water feels like freedom
Emancipation from carrying what is not mine
Like the thought that a woman shaving her head is too extreme
Radical and forceful are more comfortable homebase
The soft middle irritates like the tiny sharp hairs stuck in my shirt
I’ll shower it all away soon, washing them all down the drain
The fiery strands of my Irish descent swirl and stick to the counter
Liberation whispers new truths I never knew I was missing
Kelly Hegi is a writer living in Minneapolis, Minnesota, USA with her
husband, kids and dogs. She is a licensed minister, an active Spiritual
Director and writes to explore everyday life from a more creative lens. She has just begun to get published and is still stunned when it happens.
