Thoughts on the Conclusion of Hair.

Six people told me I had glitter all over today
I woke up this morning with a flower braided into my ponytail
my eyelashes catching the light, like staring into a starburst so all you can see is beautiful and slightly obscured by the tiny hexagon of glitter in your eyelash.

Last night I stared into the ropes and rows of light behind the big screen, waiting for the last sixteen counts of Izaaks movie so I could place myself on my scaffolding and move my arms around.

Last night I was feeling pretty connected
breathing really hard
sweating really deep.

I plan on showering in about fifteen minutes
and washing off the makeup
thats long since melted off of my skin
pushing away the essence of halter tops without bras and sarong pants
and love and sweat

combing out the giant dreadlock my hair has become
and looking over my shoulder.

I have these necklaces I wore every night
and I feel like they'll remind me of the person I can strive to be
in love, sweaty, happy, warm, breathing hard, dancing breathlessly, whispering sweet nothings
in the middle of the stage.