Letters From the Editor
File under Weird
By 1st Avenue it had blown half-way down the car, in and out of people’s legs, and we all took notice; I caught a woman’s eye and she laughed, eyeing the hair, though when she looked down, with the it-takes-a-village disdain we reserve for bad parents, I thought for a second that she assumed it was my hair, acting up. It was like the plastic-bag scene in American Beauty except everyone was captivated – not just some sentimental latch-key – with the animated hairball, touching people’s legs, napping on our shoes.
Dummie that I am, it wasn’t until I got to work, still deep in my hair-kite reverie, that I questioned where it came from, then thought, Oh sick.