Cut

Time to pay up, Filthy, JB says,

laughing

and waving

the scissors

in the air

like a flag.

My teammates gather around

to salute.

FILTHY, FILTHY, FILTHY, they chant.


He opens the scissors,

grabs my hair

to slash a strand.


I don’t hear

my golden lock

hit the floor,

but I do hear

the sound

of calamity

when Vondie

hollers,

OH, SNAP!

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