06. Haircut

Mom starts chemo, and I need

a haircut. But, I can’t. I just can’t.

The thought of snipping what she is losing —

 

Halfway through treatment,

Mom’s hair rises from the dead

bone-white. Mine straggles in, slower than summer,

 

She asks how long I’m planning to let it go

and whether anyone has mentioned that I really do

need a haircut.