You Had Five Minutes
The press release goes out in ten minutes.
Congratulations, Madam Chairwoman.
There is a strange symmetry to hair, I have come to think.
Blair had taken mine as an act of erasure — a way of saying you are nothing, you are less than nothing, you are a thing to be defaced and discarded. And for a few days after, standing in front of mirrors, I had almost believed her, because that is what humiliation does; it gets inside and speaks in your own voice.
But hair grows back.
That is the humble, stubborn fact the two of them never accounted for.