Pages from a Spiral Bound Life

He was the very definition of a varmint:
a small troublesome animal.
His eyes were like two dollops of thick, black tar
and he had a habit of licking his lips with every pause,
and he paused a lot.
It took him darn near half a minute
just to say hello.
I stopped him mid lick. “What can I do [...]

This one talks about her craft,
tells me she’s an artist
and how every head is a canvas.
She takes her time.
She looks things over.
She only speaks between the snips.
She places her palm on my head,
tilts me to the left then back to the right.
She gathers my hair in small, thin sheets.
I appreciate her focused passion,
how she wields [...]