I wonder where Iva has gone? To college in Denver?I can't stand not finishing what we started, so it was back to Kinko's tonight. "Regrets" Ma told me not to cut my hair she said after years of growing she was sure I would regret it and besides it would take forever, at least five years, to grow back but that Friday night four of us were lounging in Alice's bedroom drinking cherry cokes and gossiping about who was going to ask who to the Spring Formal and all of a sudden totally out of the blue Alice said that we should all cut our hair because we would look like the girls in the magazines and besides, it would be much cooler and more comfortable when we played tennis this summer it seemed like a good idea so Alice got her ma's sewing scissors and we started chopping away Alice said we should cut mine first because it would take the longest her ma came in when we were halfway through eighteen inches gone off the left side she gasped and said, "Your mother is not going to be happy" and she was partially right my mother was not happy she went in her bedroom and cried when she saw me but then she came back out and helped me finish the right side so at least it would be even when she was done she showed me a picture from Harper's I really do look like all of those college girls out on the tennis courts but then I went in my bedroom and cried Alice was probably right it will be cooler when we play tennis but my ma was right too I miss my hair. (C) Carol Wilcox, 2016
I knew this would be a big jump. We last heard from Iva on April 5-7. She and her mother moved to Denver when her mother claimed her inheritance from her uncle (Iva's great uncle).But your poem seems like it could be Lizzy from back on April 2...or from anyone (all of us?) who has had haircut regret?!?! I am impressed by the dedication of the writer who will go to Kinkos and deal with a PC in order to make it to the finish line with this project! You're a real trooper, a dedicated writer, and a true friend!
The first poem was very much reminding me of the American idea of what soldier's liked to hear from the homefront -- the second reminds me of Fitzgerald's "Bernice Bobs Her Hair!" I like both.