Should I?

It's this when the sense of progress is only hair

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.