Garland Jodie Jeen

Rookie (1/7/1989 / China, HK)

The Best Way To Comb The Blonde Hair - Poem by Garland Jodie Jeen

Years is the worst unforgivable hairstylist

He cuts my hair short;

shorter than our short story..

He cuts my hair off;

off the last relationship..

Now it's 4 sharp in the afternoon,

i, wooden, seize the comb, wooden.

Mirror does not tell lies

age can only climb high.

the comb runs through my hair

my hair flows through somewhere

more strands of hair are gone..

more worries are born

I forget how I combed hair

back in those years..

A young blonde is coming..

and i gonna ask her this question.


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, November 9, 2011



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