I call this misplaced hair anxiety.
It flutters indiscriminately into my eyes, nose, and mouth.
It can obstruct my vision, my breath…
Oftentimes, it lingers at the back of my throat.
Some days, I let it itch.
Somedays, I want to claw at my face.
Somedays, I want to rub at it until it, and I, go numb.
All days, I wish it would just remain in place.
Some people,
I guess,
are born with unruly hair.
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