Today I washed my hair
But I might as well not have
Because no one saw it to care
Not no one
My roommate, as we passed in the halls
And two dogs,
A German shepherd and a bichon
They didn’t seem to mind my hair dirty.
Perhaps my freshly laundered sheets appreciated the effort;
clean hair on a clean pillowcase.
On my head that laid there for a while today.
Propped up, reading, writing, watching TV.
But none of these activities cared that I had washed my hair.
They say it’s best to clean it every other day, so I try.
Nearly three days, is how long I go
And when I do wash it, I feel like I’ve been born again
Squeaky with a scent of lavender
A feeling I’ll never forget
I still feel I’ve wasted a good shampoo
On a day without humans.