Divine

This time last year

I said to myself

I’d have brown ringlets

To curl around my finger

His, mine

It didn’t quite matter

But I cut it all off

And dyed it blue

Like a penitent

Like a rebel

I’d tell you what I want

For a year from now

But she doesn’t yet exist

So I could hardly ask her

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