after the treatment, some of it broke off.
for a while, my anger had been feeding
on my craving for attention.
the only thing left to do was to bleach my hair.
I had handed my body over twice the night before.
the first smelled bad and wanted instructions.
the second said smart things, then wet my bed.
he jumped up at dawn.
I made scrambled eggs for him later that day.
the sun had risen under thickened clouds.
I left with his sheets.
my mattress was still soaked.
I went to the mall and there it was.
dignity converted into peroxide.
in a box that said: New Look.