Cinderella Cut

A poem about an experience I had when I was younger

Scarce to begin with,
But growing, steadily growing.
From soft patches to light, silky ribbon
Growing…
………
Too much.
Too far.
But naturally, and fortunately, reparably
A stranger, metallic clinks, warm water and shampoo
Not back to the beginning, but only some,
Retaining the majority of the fine thin silk
Lengthening.
Growing back.
Incessantly, calmly, and coolly.
An effigy, a role model, a mystical grandeur…
But without length; with suavity and grace in an oval
Clips, lots of them… yet… not quite the same
Not the magical smooth contour
But it can be improved
Metallic clinks without the stranger
Several feet above where the metal belongs
Almost completely alone, trying to convince more accidental error
Unsuccessful.
Lopsided, barely better
*Sigh*
*Could this really be predicted? *
To another stranger.
Vain attempts to undo the sloppy, uneven outline
Unsuccessfully.