Hair Today, No Her Tomorow
“I’ve been upstairs” she said.
“Oh yes?” I sad.
“I found a hair” she said.
“A hair?” I said.
“In the bed” she said.
“From a head?” I said.
“It’s not mine” she said.
“Was it black?” I said.
“It was” she said.
“I’ll explain” I said
“You swine” she said.
“Not quite” I said.
“I’m going” she said.
“Please don’t” I said.
“I hate you!” she said.
“You do?” I said.
“Of course” she said.
“But why?” I said.
“That black hair” she said.
“A pity” I said.
“Time for truth” she said.
“For confessions?” I said.
“Me too” she said.
“You what?” I said.
“Someone else” she said.
“Oh dear” I said.
“So there!” she said.
“Ah well” I said.
“Guess who?” she said.
“Don’t say” I said.
“I will” she said.
“You would” I said.
“Your friend” she said.
“Oh damn” I said.
“And his friend” she said.
“Him too?” I said.
“And the rest” she said.
“Good God!” I said.
“What’s that?” she said.
“What’s what?” I said.
“That noise?” she said.
“Upstairs?” I said.
“Yes” she said.
“The new cat” I said.
“A cat?” she said.
“It’s black” I said.
“Black?” she said.
“Long-haired” I said.
“Oh no” she said.
“Oh Yes” I said.
“Oh shit!” she said.
“Goodbye” I said.
“I lied” she said.
“You lied?” I said.
“Of course” she said.
“About my friend?” I said.
“Y-ess” she said.
“And the others?” I said.
“Ugh” she said.
“How odd” I said.
“I’m forgiven?” she said.
“Of course” I said.
“I’ll stay?” she said.
“Please don’t” I said.
“But why?” she said.
“I lied” I said.
“About what?” she said.
“The new cat” I said.
“It’s white” I said...
Brian Patten
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