Starflower Hair

hair. am I my hair, born with golden tresses turned red?

three grands, sweet and fair, wait to braid shining hair.

flaxen towhead locks wake neatly tangled, a silken web,

mystic waves wound fingers snipped ringlets. threadbare

hair streaks jejune grey gone in passion, head to quim.

sonnets praising youthful wigs bald on their thinning whim.

shampoo giggles, salon to carwash brush wonderment. 

hair. am I my hair? to give a second life, a second head,

naturally thick and long shoulders face dead complement.

dismantle medusas facade. wild myth-voiding female power,

see me! head, ahead…keep your platinum streaks, starflower.