Jasmine Tsai Poet Other

dyed memory

—Blackout.
                            \ rewind \\ 

9pm,
my messy curls sizzled 
as chemicals
flow down the drain—
              raven,
                              to matte purple.
Each strand a minute
I forced
                   straight 
with smoldering iron.

 >> glitch < 

1am,
Hair unraveled 
against the shuddering wall
The taste of heated whiskey 
                                     falt
                                           er  ing
                                                       from our lips
Rusty red smudged 
on neon-lit chins—

He muttered, “Your hair looks better at night.”
I replied—

—Blackout,
(sigh)
                            \ rewind ?

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