Meg Hurtado Bloom is a poet and creative director from San Francisco, California. Her poems have recently appeared in ZYZZYVA, the Be About It blog, Calamity, Silver Needle Press, Tinderbox Journal, The Volta, and elsewhere. She edits for Hologram Press and is a founding member of the Oakland-based poetry group Coven51.
EVERYONE IS CUTTING THEIR HAIR
Everyone is cutting their hair,
or thinking of cutting their hair,
The Saturday morning cereal stare
happens all the time now,
and Saturn has hitched up her hoopskirts
& gone out for air.
In Venice, canals spring clean as aquariums,
—fish feel so seen.
The parks here are full; there’s nothing
can keep us from flowers;
Flowers are always in our future.
You’d best believe that Adam & Eve
attempted orchards everywhere
Everyone’s cutting their hair,
or thinking of cutting their hair.
We must keep up our beauty routine;
the body is a temple and
a temple is a prize. And Nature
was always like this. For years
I dreamed of hateful things
I could say to the billionaires,
but I could only ever think of one:
a dragon always dies.
Everyone is cutting their hair
or thinking of cutting their hair
because everyone is very sorry.
It’s Biblical. My husband says
I shouldn’t believe in original sin
and yet after the news he announces,
“People are like that”,
and that's all Original Sin is.
A masterpiece is simply scene after scene,
and blessed are those who try.
I get back in bed. I think of the beach.
There is a last time for everything.
I stand in my kitchen,
tell love to come back
tomorrow tomorrow tomorrow.
I pull on my lavender nightgown.
I hope. I open my eyes.