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  1. You Got a Haircut by Maya-Elena Jackson

    You Got A Haircut
    By Maya-Elena Jackson

    Nine years ago, I –
    With permission from you – danced
    While Math the Band played
    At Hotel Congress.

    Two years before my body
    Would turn inside out
    And instead of swaying I
    would
    Press my head against the
    Brick and
    Wonder
    How many magnitudes
    of separation there
    was
    Between the times
    your hand had
    rested there.

    I could have stayed there all night
    But
    I walked down to
    Pennington,
    Instead.