We passed the Semaphore on the way
and I always wanted to eat there but it closed
down to the dirt below a foundation ground and mixed
into rail-bed and intersection.
When I had no job I had to worry about getting one;
now I have one, I have to worry about losing it
but put my hair en ponytail just once
and the shape is ruined all day.
Hair is a language I never learned;
so is makeup. I went for olio/oleo instead,
letters each boxed up neatly but part of
at least one thing greater than themselves.