which do you prefer?

would you love me

more

if changed my hair color?

she asks,

brushing her

long red hair in the mirror.

it's impossible to love

you more,

i tell her.

i know, but what about my hair?

what?

i said.

should i dye my hair?

i shrug,

concentrating

under the turned

lamp shade,

trying to get a splinter

out of my thumb

with a pair of tweezers.

sure.

whatever you want to do.

it's your head.

but,

she says.

do you prefer blondes,

or brunettes?

it doesn't matter, i've

had trouble

with all the hair colors.

even red.