...The why’d you cut
all your hair off
? after each successive
shaving spree cushions my palate
with needled saltwater. I drown
thumbing through a Rolodex
of arguments I might use
to satisfy this interrogation:
to slice off my sex 
appeal, my femininity, a semblance
of a lesser grief in my own
skin. To nettle you, like the stinging
kind that bit my friend’s ass...