super cut

in the chair
next,
at
9,
she says:
no more
$70
haircuts.
at some
fancy salon.
the
supercutter
cutting
asks:
why not,
which seems a bit
odd, though perhaps
apropos.
laid off
she says
as her hair
is
thinned,
like her life
has been.
and so it seems
to start, at the
roots.
no more
appointments.
no more
shampoos.
no more manicures,
if ever.
pedicures always
seemed too
bourgeois,
she doesn’t say
but looks the part.
it’s all over
in less than
15
minutes.
in.
on.
sit.
done.
14.94,
plus tip.
she leaves
as she came:
grim,
but set.
a bit more coiffed,
but not that much.
super
cut.
it will do.
it
must.