Oh, plotting

Slow unfurl of her hair,
one. two. one. two.

Fell out like ropes,
like vines,
fell out like two best friends,
high school drama.

Left a wave,
ridge,

disturbed line of hair.

Felt so awful,
felt so sad.

Unfurled and fell and at the same time,
hit the nape of her neck so soft—
she let out a brief sigh.

2/18/2021