the wig store

she shaves her head
completely bald and takes
the strands down to
the store where they
construct wigs for
those without hair.
she's not only making
a statement about who
she is, but she's
doing a good thing as
well. but they tell
her no, we can't use
your hair, sorry, it's
been overprocessed and
it's not good enough
for our wigs. so she
leaves and puts the
bag of her long blonde
hair into the trash.
she rubs her head,
feeling the smooth
soft bristles of her
scalp. she puts her
hat on. it's snowing.