
Dyers Beware:
They see someone now.
But if they could see like
bees and butterflies,
I wouldn’t have to dye my hair.
I wouldn’t spend four hours in a chair,
covering roots and bleaching
and painting the strands
Orchid, Violet and Indigo by hand,
so they could have a better idea
of what lies beneath--or would I?
Oh, what a little purple can do.
It says, that one has something to say.
So, now they want to talk to me:
They love what I’ve done.
Did I do it myself?
Does it take very long?
Does it bleed on my pillows?
How long does it last?
Did I dip my head into a vat of wine?
I’m an aubergine-maned goddess.
Can they touch it?
I seem creative.
Do I work in fashion?
Am I an artist?
I’m obviously unafraid
to make a statement.
Where am I from?
What am I doing after this?
If not an exhaustive list,
It’s at least a little exhausting,
at least, for me, especially
when I want to forget that
they see someone, now.


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