Haircut

Poetry by | July 12, 2009

Everyone asks me where
my long hair went.
With a shy smile
I’d reply, “Split ends.”
What I really mean is
we split up.

Everyone asks me why
and with a sad look
I’d reply, “Fly away”
or “Tangles.”
But they know
what I really mean.

—-
Ma. Cristina E. Ramos is taking up BS Information Management at the Ateneo de Davao University. She has been a fellow at the Ateneo Writers Workshop.

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