By Hannah Kozak
Running hands
Through my long,
Shiny hair —
Smooth, silky
Dripping with honey
Smelling strongly of
Hyper-femininity
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
D
O
W
N
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