Switchette

SO THIS IS THE END.

Or this is the beginning.

If I cut my hair off
and buy new lipstick,
it almost doesn’t feel like
starting over.

It feels like emerging.
Like soaking in light.
Like drawing curtains back.
Like pulling myself
out of the bed
for the first time
in two weeks
and showering.

Making tea.
Putting away my
coffee cups.