Salon Chair

You’ve got so much breakage, 

Yes, well, having dragged my army by the hair,
it is so.  

took Biotin, inverted to hang head
blood to scalp so
hair would grow
instead, time stood still

plastered the wanted and unwanted hair
back on body in all the right parts
and was called feminine, even beautiful

torn, ravaged ends quelled with chemicals
braided and twisted into spells
sewn slicked stripped
drowned slathered drawn quieted

woman with an army of things
that will die faster than things ever done
or undone in the wreckage