thoughts
It is an odd feeling to be untangling (or trying to) a clump of hair in my classroom with my students. I feel the clump and know it’s just going to come out as I try to untangle it. I told my students two weeks ago that I had cancer and would most likely lose my hair because of the medicine I have to take. I still didn’t want them to have to physically see it coming out.
For now, a haiku
For the love of hair
Unrealized till it is gone
Falling each day more
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