It is quite marvelous
That in this, the sturdy start of December,
My daughter twisted, braided, tied up my hair
In a sweet microbraid she did herself.
She gave me two of them
And each, with bright elastic bands
Bought in a pack for 100 yen.
I didn’t want to undo them,
Fiddle with my hairdo
Before the shower,
I forgot again,
And brushed each braidy bundle
To where, because of my way wavy hair,
Mist & spray from the shower,
I have two conglomerate braidy dreadlocks
And just hanging out.
However much it hurts
And however much I do not,
Want to take my now gnarled braids out,
It rather feels like I’m on vacation
In the Bahamas
With some salt water
And coconut scrub,
My beads fell out.
Except I tell you my whole head is now ratty
When do we ever have time
To make for pain.
Let’s just pretend I have these beachy waves
(under knit cap, next to gloves)
At the shore.