i feel misunderstood
when my blondeness is erased
ok. only in a certain light
more in the summer
ok that’s right
that’s fair
but blonde moments occur
with such regularity
oft followed by apologetic profanity
that it must have something
to do with my hair.
the bill i will die on is that i, a fictional autistic poet, have blonde hair. a full head of it. hardly receding and thinning on top at all.
