Ode to Soft Spikes
a poem by Oona Keeley
(circa the pre-wig period à la weekend feisanna some time in the early 90’s)
Green and soft
Other colors too
They don’t hurt like rollers
Curl my hair and help me to bear resemblance to the Statue of Liberty
I don’t feel embarrassed going out in public
As these weapons of social torture adorn my cranium.
But not really.