I spill out
of myself
like butter
onto popcorn.
Like a butterhead of
hydroponic lettuce.
But my hair was
never green and
I don't want to
bleach it again
It stings so much
The first time;
The first split
end.
My hair was
never green.
So I shriveled
on the vine.
Spilling out and in
Have you seen my roots?
No
Only the second split
end.