Curly from its last treatment: cheap digital perm.
Changing hairstyle. that’s the habit of a restless heart.
An annual hobby, so to speak.
Challenging, though, this recent style.
It straightens and splits and flattens and expands
and next thing you know, it’s gonna do a cartwheel.
To tame it, it had baby oil, wax, gel (one that makes hair hard, and one that makes it shine), and now, mousse.
It had commercial conditioners, organic and inorganic, with paraben and none, brown rice and olives, coconuts and next, yoghurt. Still, the hair has its own wild life. So I tie its freedom.
What to do, universe?