推 hahastarr:The second self. 02/17 15:52
※ 編輯: spacedunce5 來自: 140.112.115.104 (02/17 16:14)
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I said I like your ponytail, it's very
generic. And you quizzed me with your best
half-smile of perplexion and that face
that lights up as if smiling, as if trying
to humor me in some absurd pursuit.
But I said nothing, only quizzically smiled
at you in return. For I knew better
than to reopen a can of dying worms.
So read on, if you dare.
I make no reparations for an exhumed heart.
I like your ponytail, it's very generic,
easy to be mistaken for another's wanton hair,
any other's swerving duster. Not unique like
it used to be, when your hairlength
was too short to be long
yet too long to be short,
when it tickled your nape but covered your ears,
when a buttonup coat was a mismatch.
You'd pull back your hair with focused strain
to catch enough hairs from falling away.
It was short
and thin, like the thicker plastic strings they tie sandals together with.
It was cute,
like an antenna
or a waterspout
or a backwards snout.
I remember when you came to me while I was studying
in the classroom beside the courtyard,
that empty classroom, full of us.
You brought along your nonbobbing ponytail
held in place with an unobtrusive scrunchy.
Owls?
We would talk a chapter, read a mile
under the loveless Taipei sun, afraid that every exhale
would butterfly into a thunderstorm.
And your awkward hair, too thick in the heat
but not thick enough to brush aside,
would be drawn with focused strain
into a ponytail.
But now.
Now your hairlength has become generic,
your wardrobe grown in accompanying years;
in place of sneakers, boots; stockings for pants,
and a new backpack for new transport needs.
As for the memories of yesteryear,
will you still deign to reminisce with me?
But write on, if I dare.
I seek no remuneration for a broken heart.
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