BAD HAIRCUT

My haircut wasn’t going well.I looked like how seashellsfeel when they are first sewnto the shore. The personcutting my hair explainedthat this was part of the process.Her heart was a pink lemon.I knew she was right, thatsomewhere there was a placewhere the sun was a spiderin the corner and nobodybothered it. They would lookat it and say, Good spider.And the sun would look backand say Good spider to you.