this week there were a couple of girls
who cuddled close, feeling close because
they had long hair
now it's fallen out and over in stillborn clumps of hundreds
of shavings of sun

this week there were almost too many times
that we remembered the deliberately savage ticking of time
but each got their share, each with the long hair
all blonde with despair,
falling out of terms with themselves as we lay there

by next week they were closer than before
and barely bracing when it came time for
the blonde suns to ravage their door,
their knees and hearts knit together
with a porous purpose and paper-thin pores

after the sky got dark, each and every blonde hair began to reek
of tobacco and expertly projected streaks of inhuman spit