Vine-St. Louis Haircut

Close...CLLLLooooSEEEEEEE! to the ear. Scary. Sexy. Invigorating. Satisfying.

Shivers.

He now came upstairs, feeling my shiver and calm.

"What have you done to his head?"
"I'm giving him a cut, nothing."
"Well it is making a mess on the floor."

One-two-three is trilled, "do you like the Transformers?"...asked quite earnestly as if I needed to side in the battle; "and then Marcus said that we were all free and the teacher laughed because Shaun accidentally moved his desk and it sounded like a fart!". IT WAS SOOOOO...stupid...hello? MOM."

"Everyone, this is Mark. He's up from Atlanta and I'm cutting his hair. He's Rob and Laura's buddy and he said he needed a haircut."

"Do you like Optimus Prime?"

"Yes, I like anything that can change into something else."

"Yeah...he's cool."

"MOM, what about the fart in class? That is so gross! But it might have been his desk."
"Then, are you saying it was a gross desk?"

"Hold still..."
Hand on my head, buzz of slicing scissors in my ear, shifting of the Earth's poles in the magnetic hum of clippers circling my skull, and the tender touch of control.

The kitchen contained us all: boyfriend Ronn, 3 kids of varying ages, my drunken ass, and lots of cross conversations.

"Do you like it?"
"I think it is great!"

"Really???"
"Yes. I will think of you every time I look in the mirror."

And I felt the air soften like a pink-cloud sunset when she smiled, content. The wind wisked through my shorn head and cooled me to a soft burning purr.

I swept up the mess and she walked me outside to wait for my ride back to their large neighborhood and we finally softly spoke one to the other in the shadowed driveway. I had said goodnight to the kids. I forgot to say goodbye to Ronn as I rode off.