Griffin Hair

My hair looks like a pair of griffins back to back,
snarling out at the rest of the world.

If griffins had chestnut feathers, streaked with silver
and the one on the right was bigger.

My hair is pretty confrontational these days.
I don’t go out much since the pandemic arrived—

I haven’t had it cut.
I haven’t been wearing a headscarf.

The griffins have been spreading their wings wider and wider. Their beaks gape. Their claws dig into my scalp.

It will be worth it when they’re fully grown
and they take me flying.

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