Unruly

I want
To be unruly
Unkempt and unyielding
Like my daughter’s hair
Each morning
A mess of matted tendrils
From tossing and sweating
Fighting with fevered dreams
Irreconcilable scenes
Unable to be put together
Unwilling to be straightened out
Unlikely to be worked through
Without a good amount of ripping
Tearing and screaming
Cursing the forced task at hand
“Damn you”
“FUCK YOU!”
Leave me alone
Let me be matted and messy
All parts of me tangled
Wild and knotted while I am waking
This morning
I will not untangle myself
I will walk away and keep
The strands of me in shambles
Smelling of tortured sleep
Looking like Hell
And hurling defiance
At the world

-a.r.

Hair Jaclyn Conley Painting by Jaclyn Conley

I was inspired to rework and repost this as I am reading Preliminary Materials For a Theory of the Young-Girl.

May we all find a way to be unruly.

~ by April on February 6, 2015.

9 Responses to “Unruly”

  1. oh, brushing through hair remindeds me of …

    https://mlewisredford.wordpress.com/2011/11/16/i-asked-my-nan-to-write-down-her-memoirs/

    btw, April, I cut my own hair yesterday – it was going nowhere

  2. This is really awesome. You highlighted the frustration really well. Loved it! 🙂

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