
Curly blonde hair
that cannot hide the deep, dark
roots, that fight the pedestrian battle
of fighting peroxide and bleach–
to regrow, fertilize the healthy, natural browns
that were once rooted before–
fetid whispers and evil, malicious curses
weeded out the ancient beauty
of the freckles and thick hair and parmagiano
and made way for the pinup Americano snowbunny
with Irish pale skin and Hollywood tragedy bottled blonde–
(which came with the total package):
Denouncing the fresh mozz and homemade pasta from Nonna
for limpid salads with fat-free Italian dressing–
dark boys with shifty eyes and laced pockets
and partying with molly and mary jane,
grumbling stomach and three leafed shamrocks;
a history of renowned romance and full stomachs,
Erin pride and endless whisky–
are now put on the top shelf
with the stuffed animals and Barbies,
self-love, self-esteem
that began to deteriorate, brown with age and abuse
as soon as she died her hair.