on haircuts.

Every time I cut my hair a different way
I feel like a separate person
and so
I binge on photographs and staring in the mirror
until the new-ness wares off
and I realize
I'm just the same as I was before
just a different haircut
and something as superficial as hair
doesn't change 
or make a person

And in being a different person,
still makes me, 
me
So no matter who I am,
I'll still reject my reflection
and hold my thoughts as hostages
never to be
set free.