By Hannah Kozak


Running hands

Through my long,

Shiny hair — 

Smooth, silky 

Dripping with honey

Smelling strongly of


And chronic insecurity 


Soon I hear a thump 

As each strand of my hair

Gets acquainted with the

Sharp edge of scissors 

I watch in slow motion 

As it all falls 





And suddenly I’m

Falling in love 

With myself; 

Falling in love 

With my first woman

Feeling her warm hands

Run through my 

Short chocolate hair 

And the sweet taste 

Of her lips against mine 


“J”                                                                                  Frothing and Mad