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Confessional Poetry |
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Confessional
Saturday afternoon walking along the waterfront
thinking about a haircut and how I might
call into Claudio’s and that set me wondering
about why I waste time thinking
about having my hair cut, why don’t I just do it? I don’t
even like my hair. My first boyfriend used to
jokingly compliment me on its mouse-brown-
ness as we lay kissing and listening to music
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