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  • Todd Wooten

Wigs

Updated: Nov 6, 2023

Dark wavy threads fall.

Slow motion bounces

crossed along your collarbone.

Turning the other cheek.

Curls ironed. Hair sprayed.

Coughs like a virgin

mouthing cigarettes.

Twenty-four.

Clumps escaped under

the radiation mask.

Papier-mâché projects

recalled from Spanish class.

Adios to days when

pig tails were yanked.

Dad honking from the driver seat.

We wait for the last strand to freeze.

Assortment of styles and shapes.

We should not know your scalp

so well. Burned like hell.

Full body makeover to come.

Too real for TV.

Every episode watched by me and sis.

Since we were five and three.

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