Michael Anthony

At The Red Rock Cafe

 

I dated a girl with very short hair

You could not run your fingers through it

I mean it was really short!

 

But she had beautiful long hair

captured in photographs in frames

she displayed in her home

 

I had questioned why she now kept her hair so short  

She replied, as matter-of-factly as you could imagine,

“I’ve worn it this way for some time now,

so no one can beat me and pull my hair again”

 

At the café near the corner

I thought about her bravery

when she asked me if I liked lattes

as much as she did