1999 january 12

the hair does

the scene: living room, last night.

gene: so, you wrote about your hair again.

claire: of course i did. it was a hair kinda day.

gene: you know, you could just write about your hair everyday. rename the journal 'from the roots to the ends' or something.

claire: very funny, my love. if you would write about my hair, i wouldn't have to.

gene: ah, but you do it so much better than i ever could. you're much closer to the subject matter.

[ claire tosses her shimmering espresso colored, newly shorn locks and snorts derisively ]

claire: years from now, when i am rich and famous, they're going to ask me how it all started, what drove me to put fingertips to keyboard and i'm going to answer, "my hair. someone needed to write about my hair."

gene: and to think, i knew you when.

asking you to tell two friends about my hair and then they'll tell two friends, and so on, and so on, claire