I gave her a piece
of my hair
she said it was a
gift
but it felt
like sacrifice
that sharp blading
of scissors
the shear
reverberating through
what sounds like
a fistful
for a decade it has
been
shaver short and
only
in the last year
have I let it grow
she took just a
little for her work
but still
what does it
represent
six months of my
life
I will never get
back
though of course
everything for art
always turns out to be
worth it
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