Laura Sandage: Listen

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LITTLE HAIR
Laura Sandage 2004

I was sitting in my car, staring straight ahead
I caught a glimpse of you, sprouting from my head
In the rear view
Mirror
I'd never seen one like you on my clothes or in my bed
You sprung forth to remind me: someday I will be dead
That day is getting
Nearer

Little hair, little silver one
I see you there, your journey's just begun
You've come to say I'm on the downhill
Slope. There's no hope of moving
Backwards in time. Well that's just fine
With me, 'cause I'm
Happy. You don't scare
Me, little hair

I pick up every box in the drugstore aisle
Looking at the heads, every color, every style
What is hair like
Mine called?
Is it ash or is it honey?
Is it amber-on-the-go?
I read the labels closely
There's so much I want to know
What is propylene
Glycol?

Little hair, little silver one
Now you're a pair. I'm feeling overrun.
Your numbers are increasing day by
Day. I'm going gray.
But that's okay, completely okay
With me, 'cause I'm so
Happy. You don't scare
Me, little hair

I've always been a natural
Why change my color now?
I'm a fan of aging gracefully
Someone tell me how

Little hair, little silver one
Each millionaire ends in oblivion
Old age and death will leave no one
Behind. It's not unkind.
And I don't mind a bit,
'Cause I'm happy as
Shit. You don't scare
Me, little hair.