Linda Studley

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She is so sick
of shades of gray
She thinks she’ll dye
her hair today.

She asks his help
to reach behind
and he says sure,
he doesn’t mind. 

His hands are firm
but something trickles
around her neck
and starts to tickle.

He squeezes hard
on the jar of dye
till there’s nothing left
that can be applied.

half an hour later
he helps her rinse
he holds her head
over the sink

Dying is messy
and so quick to fade
He hates the smell
but loves the lady.



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