thinning raze i fought for you. i suffered too. now you leave me, backing away just slow enough to make it sting. gone the days of a pick comb fighting to move through your thick wetness. gone the need to wring you out after a shower so you wouldn't weigh me down. gone the night i spent the better part of three hours in a hairdresser's chair while three women took turns trying to detonate the mess i made. one of them said it looked like a baby dreadlock. let my hair never be tangle-free again, i thought, if it means i get to sit here and drink espresso and eat biscotti while these angels almost touch my face. now the knot lives in a deeper place. comes to it, i'll shave it all off. i'll make myself as bald as i was when i slid out of the womb, and then i'll sing about the day i died to be brand new. what kind of baby will i be the second time around? 220107 what's it to you? who go blather from