I hate that all I can think
to write about
is how dissatisfied I am
with my hair.
If it were up to me
I'd have one room in my house
That was so full of pillows
that you couldn't find the floor.
And when I was tired of my existence being acknowledged
I'd dive in face first
and drown myself in goose feathers
and polyester.
I love this poem.
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