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June 2, 2015 | Poetry

Dear Caitlyn

Alison Taverna

Dear Caitlyn photo

 

It always starts with the hair.
Just ask Justin Bieber, his flipped and flared.

Mine too, because we are the same.
See, I cut my hair short and suddenly

I stopped wearing dresses, legs locked.
I ran, bright and fleet as a gold medal.

Sure, I was quiet, but with that hair
short and styled, people knew I knew who I was.

Maybe it’s difficult for you, with Kris & Khloe
& Kim & Kourtney & Rob & Kendall

& Kylie and all the world watching.
All those eyes on your long, brushed hair.

Caitlyn, let me take that hair
in my own hands and curl it down your back.

When you run, it will spread
across the sky like a fan.

 

 

image: Caleb Curtiss


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