My hair was too long—
it tangled in our mouths, so we cut it into less prying pieces.
It has been 160 millimetres since we last kissed—it reaches my jaw.
I smile more often, so when it catches on my teeth in the wind,
I smile wider.
Now my hair,
obedient to only me, will curl away from you.
It knows an unforgiving love will stunt my growth…