when what will i become
is hair what will i become.
One becomes quite quickly, one sees the view
in Santa Fe one learns to write one picks a dress one
sees the view in Jersey City one has
so many haircuts in just one life it becomes
everything it's awful to read
the news or to think of a neighbor
who is less happy and find the thought
unfinished, filled with hair, with hair-what-ifs
with nothing, that is, nothing.