To the Nunnery Go

I stumble I fall I drown

Naïve backwards

It’s the death of me

Les cheveux sont tres beaux, tres beau.

I’m caught in bindings I can’t (won’t) break

A shroud that’s been

Shampooed

Rinsed

(repeat)

Nothing ever ever

Never was there softer than these locks that bind

Loverly lengths bearing no chains to quality

(did ya see the big boat sink?)

I could swim but I can’t (won’t)

Destroy demolish disfigure

The

healthy

(not dry)

full

(not thinning)

shiny

(never greasy)

soft

(begs a touch)

touchable

(de-frizzed)

follicles

my penitence personified.

Les cheveaux sont tres beaux, tres beau.