Straightened

Today my hairdresser remarked that getting a new do is like a getting a new beginning. That reminds me.

Today I straightened those
Tresses, from waves I hate yet
Self-imposed to forget

The irons glide, scalding
Ominous yet redeeming, dissipating
Last memories in wisps;
Rebond thence to reborn

Today I straightened those
Tresses, from waves I hate and
Henceforth shall forget.

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