he thought he looked like hitler
i dyed my dad's hair tonight:
black..
the kind of black
that reminds you
of what death must be like.
i told him it would wash out
in twenty-four washes,
but i lied..
it was permanent.
and after twenty minutes had passed
i told him it was time,
and he slowly walked
toward the bathroom.
he showered all the black out
and appeared in the shadowy doorway
only minutes later.
he said he looked like hitler.
i dunno..
i thought it looked nice.
but really, if his mustache was a little smaller..
i guess he would look a little like hitler.
go figure.