when i wear
my hair
like this i think of you,
how it
accidentally happened
that we fell
in love
because i was tired.
i pushed
it behind my ear,
where all hair
belongs.
i berated the nuisance wispies
with a braid.
i stuck them in a place
for myself.
you saw me sleeping.
you said
it was perfect.
every time
my hair
is slightly mussed, i will
think about you and me,
and how
we mussed up our
own perfection
with too much lying down.
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