… or, “An Omen To Be Ignored At Your Own Peril”
A sign
An omen
A portent
A way to know
Upon walking into the salon
Who is best suited
To cut my hair
That is all I ask
They all wear black
They all look hip/weird/European
They all use “volume” as a verb
And are thoroughly caffeinated
A total crapshoot
Which of them is skilled?
Which of them takes too long?
Which of them will not be offended
When I zone out?
Well
I have seen my omen
When in doubt
Pick the one
With the five-inch tattoo on her forearm
Of scissors engulfed in flame
Because, I mean come on, holy shit
That’s who you want cutting your freaking hair
Right?