She cut her hair
while I was at work yesterday
& she brought home a bag

of it to throw in the ravine
in case the owls could use it
for their nests

& when I asked about the hair
sitting on the kitchen counter
while I put my work

bags down, she said something
about cursing enemies
& I thought through

my whole day because, hell,
she looked amazing
& she couldn't stop laughing

& who would stop her
from deciding enough
is enough. I said I'd cook.