when i woke up from my nap you had cut your hair.
your head was dented like a cantaloupe,
you looked like a child.
this used to be one of my favorite things, i said
my fingers spread across your scalp
tracing the ridges below the soft stubble.
did you do this for me? i ask and you shrug.
let's not make a big deal about it.
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