Strands: On Cancer, Hair, and Grieving a Stranger
“She touched my hair with fingers fluent in love.”
She cuts my hair one morning in her apartment in Brooklyn and I fall a little in love. It is the year when all the punks and queers and weirdos seem to get the same haircut where one side is longer than the other. Slanted hair in a straight world. My haircutter is a trans woman with auburn ringlets, Dorothy Allison books on her shelf, frilly dresses and stained aprons tumbling from her closet. When she puts her hands on my head and rummages through my curls, it’s as if her hands are planting something there in the thicket.
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For Bryn Kelly
Harmony Hazard hails from Tucson and New York. She is an MFA candidate in Stony Brook Southampton's Creative Writing and Literature program. She writes the "Participate" column for make/shift magazine and has been published in CALYX, Border Crossing, and Tiny Donkey.
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