Hairdresser

Late from the doctor at the hairdresser;

and the manageress has my measure;

fifteen minutes, she complains. (Is she

serious?) A wench washes my hair in a

warm pool like a merman. The stylist

who dresses as a woman glances in a

mirror, vain like a mermaid. He has his

hair up for Friday. He must be planning

to really let it down.

 

(Julian O’Dea)

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