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
