Somewhere
In willow
In Oranges
In many, many, many bags of £1 synthetic hair
In Cello
In Charcoal
In thick, reddish orange carpet
In congealed fat
In stagnant water
In the smell of burning hair
In the heat of tongs and pressing combs
In hair dryers
In hot air
In delicate white cloth
In Rum Punch
In Appleton’s Rum from a teacup
In a tape recorder with the stylistics playing
In Springs
In the banging of metal on metal
In sheets of blonde hair
In Bobby Pins
In Marie Antoinette
In a framed photograph of Lupita
In Very Little Costume, B.
In a Bungee Cord
In A Barber’s Chair
Also, one of my favourite tweets of recent times:
@desusnice : Greeting all sisters with locks with a “Selassie” & a fist to my heart so they know their natural journey isnt in vain
He’s an idiot, but he makes me laugh.
(why you rain so hard, Yorkshire? We have so much to do)
(my scalp is crazy itchy. Pathetic Fallacy? Or the need for a scalp treatment? Both.)