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i’m restless today
it’s unsettling
it feels like a crime scene i created which i am also trying to solve
you’re that dead person by the lake in that elvis costello song
instead of filing your nails while they drag the lake
you’re watching a guy running his hands through his 60-year-old head of hair as he exits the veranda club gym last wednesday
on closer look from my car
he has very lush hair
but he knows it
he knows his hair shouldn’t look this good at 60
which is why he is running his hands through it
he keeps stroking it as he walks from the club to his car
his stride matches his hair-stoking
can I say hair stroking?
i can’t stop watching him
i was about to leave but was mesmerized by his affection for his mane
he clearly doesn’t feel unsettled
he’s settled on the fact that his hair looks amazing
he glances into the side window of a car he’s passing
pauses
makes one long stroke
smiles and continues on his way
