a better attempt at making something.
so i had you sitting in my bathroom. on the squeaky swivel chair. towel draped over your shoulders, scissors in my hand. you were forced to relinquish control. i was forced to make a move.

we talked about dates. chop. about gender. chop. about past relationships. chop. about the people we used to be. chop chop chop.

and then it was over. you had your new hair. i had a bathroom full of pieces of you.



there is something so simple yet so poetic about cutting someone's hair. and so i jabbed him in the ear with the scissors once. its only fair. he's fucking driving me insane.