wig
raze
secondhand
synthetic
tresses
have
made
blond
what
was
always
brown
,
and
now
i'm
sure
the
whole
shape
of
my
face
has
shifted
like
wet
clay
in
the
hands
of
a
man
with
more
than
meddling
in
mind
.
is
it
god
who
makes
these
things
when
he
isn't
busy
abandoning
us
to
the
worst
our
narrowing
worlds
have
to
offer
,
or
do
we
saddle
ourselves
with
so
many
useless
tools
we
forget
we
designed
them
with
our
own
wits
and
wasted
wishes
?
i'll
burn
the
mane
that
isn't
mine
and
ride
this
retreating
rug
until
it's
as
ragged
as
the
rest
of
me
.
250929
what's it to you?
who
go
blather
from