Zachary Schomburg - Haircuts - 5 lyrics

L cut my hair once on a hot balcony in Kaohsiung. We were far above everything. The sun was finally sinking down into Monkey Mountain. It was your 24th birthday. I hadn't gotten you anything. I tried to call but the times were off. I'm sure you were just waking up in Omaha, somewhere near where we were both born. B asked L to cut his whole beard off. He looked like a baby in a man's body. His face was a kind of blue fruit I had never seen before. Where was I? Where was I going? This new family. B like a brother with a strange new mouth. L, a sister with my dead hair on her sticky neck. After they went back inside, I swept some of our hair off the balcony, into the unbreathable air over all the heads of all the people, over the sleeping market with the decapitated pig hanging next to its own head. My hair went up and never came down.