Caren Krutsinger Poet Free verse

I Hack Away Happily At My Hair

I cut my hair wildly, for there is so much.
I can chop and dice, and split and splice
Even when I have bald spots no one sees them
Because I dye my scalp to match my hair.

Anyway this is the illusion I allow myself 
As I turn into the Mad Woman of Kansas,
And hack away, not wanting to go out in this ice.
Knowing how pleased the next beautician will be.

“Why did you do this?” they always ask me,
Showing me my cowlicks, 
As if I cannot already see them.
They stick up like two horns, pleasing me greatly.

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M. L. Kiser February 11, 2019 at 5:05 PM Ha! Good one. I've got two; my younger sister is a hair dresser; while she was in school she spiked my hair; I discovered I had two cowlicks...couldn't wait for it to grow back. Caren Krutsinger February 11, 2019 at 6:33 PM I love seeing my little baby horns, it goes with my little ornery face, which unfortunately has lost her freckles which made me so much more delightful!

Gershon Wolf February 10, 2019 at 8:05 PM Oh, that last line...Actually, the whole thing just cracks me up. Very funny, ma'am! :) gw Caren Krutsinger February 10, 2019 at 8:47 PM Thank you so much. I just passed a mirror, and there they are!

Michelle Faulkner February 10, 2019 at 5:55 PM Love that you love your cowlicks (I got a short haircut about a month ago, can't wait for it to grow back!) Caren Krutsinger February 10, 2019 at 8:47 PM I love them sticking straight up like little devil horns. It suits my personality in every way.