Big Hair

You were religious — we all knew,

One of the few Holy Marys in our circle of friends.

You wore a small gold cross around your neck,

While the rest of us were trying to look like Ian Brown or Kurt Cobain.

You scarpered off to mass in the chapel on campus,

And sported black daubings on your forehead on Ash Wednesday.

That didn’t stop you having pre-marital sex, though,

Or drinking with the rest of us to beat the band.

Now I see your picture on LinkedIn.

Your face has grown fuller and you sport a hairdo worthy of a Business Channel or Fox News female anchor.

I gasp at the big hair and think: “Holy fuck: has middle age got its claws dug as deep into me?”


About ucronin

Microbiologist, brewer, writer, fan of James Joyce, guitar player and gardener, U. Cronin was born in the county town of Ennis, Co. Clare. He's spent much of his adult years moving country — between Spain and Ireland — and at present he is to be found back in his native town. Author of five novels and working on a sixth, U. is back in the lab and engaging his passion for looking for bugs using very bright lasers. Let's hope it turns out well!
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2 Responses to Big Hair

  1. Mary says:

    So – is the big-hair male or female? Hope it’s male…

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