cut my hair, she told me once,
heading off
to the beauty
parlor
at the age of sixty-three.
it's always going to be this
color
and down to my
shoulders
until the day i die.
even when i'm ninety
five
and in a wheel
chair.
my hair will be exactly
the same.
the Farra Fawcett
look
from the seventies.
it's me
my style.
that and my red bathing
suit.
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