And when I was four,
my parents cut my hair in a ridiculous fashion
It was a long time before I knew that I looked like a fool
And when I was four,
you were wearing your hair the way all the boys liked it,
outside your all-girls Catholic school
And I wouldn’t call it thriving,
you on top of the lowest link of chain at twenty-five
And I was more-than-just-surviving
on feelings in the air
or things trapped inside a closet—
I was allowing them to eat me alive
Yesterday I met someone
with your same head of hair,
your same set-hip swivel,
and your same lamb-eyed stare
Oh, but I wouldn’t dare
Do you remember counting,
double-counting cash in the back room?
It was then I knew I didn’t want to be the first to leave
And after I had recounted last night’s clash out in the street,
you told me something I couldn’t help but believe
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