Once a year

when one normally hibernates,

lets oneself go wild

and hides behind hair,

when we wake before the sun

and tuck her in at night,

that’s when one must come clean

 

In the cold dead of the night

the longest of the year

that’s when you should be

reborn and redrawn

Smooth out all the bumps of the past

Cut all the ties of yesterday

Start anew for the growing days

 

This solstice,

condemn the bristly mask,

damn the follicles that cover

all of the ridges and curves of your guise

That hides your truth, and step into the cold

and start this brisk life

without a single judging hair

21 Dec ’15

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