Written by Gail DeBole
I dyed it.
The dye did not take.
So I pulled it out.
Then I climbed to the highest building and shoved it off.
It boomeranged when it hit the ground and came back to me.
Then I tried to bury it so deep within the ground that
I only succeeded in tunneling to the other side of the world.
And it was still with me.
I threw it off into the sunset.
The moon's shine threw it back at me.
I folded it umpteen times and paper clipped it to
Last week's newspaper for recycling.
It was recycled back to me.
I hung it in a facade of suicide.
It slipped through the noose.
I stamped on it.
Beat at it.
Did everything besides forget about it.
And hated it passionately.
And then one day, it had gone.
Of its own will, not mine.
And I could not find it though I searched high and low.
I surveyed the front of my scalp and back
And stared my victory down into the mirror...
A whole head of grey.