My barber
Told me about a back room they have there
Where they take the people that come in with cancer
That have to get that cut
He said
Most of the women
Cry
Hysterically
As they watch their hair get chopped off
And fall to the ground
I told him I just want a trim
Because I met a woman once
Who had just lost all of her hair
Her 3rd bout with cancer
And she was a gem
She stopped mid-sentence one day
And said she loved my hair
She smiled her childlike smile at me
I didn’t know what to say
I never gave a shit about my hair before
I told my barber
That in that moment
I decided I was going to grow out my hair
And donate to one of those ladies
That cries hysterically
In the back room of barber shops
Because thinking about that moment
And
Of Susan Ball’s bald head and big smile
It breaks my heart too
And if my hair
Can bring some sort of comfort
To a dying lady
Then fuck yeah
I will grow it out and chop it off.
-C.H.
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