I cut my hair short

I take to the local
People Who Care
the slow cooker
the food processor
two boxes of unsewn fabric
seven boxes of magazines
the handmade drum
and the second
armchair

I sell the freezer
and the electric
guitar
turn out
of their pots
the seed-heavy herbs
quit trying to compost
and give away the bin

I dream my hair has grown long again
In the mirror I’m horrified

What do you think?

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