No Appointment Necessary
Women at the beauty parlor wear tin foil on their heads.
It makes them look like aliens from the TV shows of the 50’s
In a contest for space woman of the day
They wear fleece pajama pants too,
And their faces are pierced.
None care what they look like.
Few can keep a confidence either.
Nothing is sacred or secret.
Every confidence is shared, in a witty,
Upbeat, happy “you have to hear this” kind of way.
I sit there for hours sometimes,
Not making an appointment or keeping one,
Slyly accessing their stories.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019