ello, jello

Went to the gyno today. It’s been a whole year since I’ve been. To reward myself for getting through, I went to my favorite breakfast spot. Mushroom latte and poached eggs on toast. I recognized the server, one of my dad’s friends from college. I remembered he liked reggae music and my dad said he had dreadlocks back then, too. My dad laughed then, said they both had long hair at the same time, and now they’re both bald. I shaved my head last night. While I was looking at the menu, he let it slip that he was super tempted to touch my head, but that he wouldn’t. Not without my permission. I let him. He smiled wide and said we just shared a connection. Said he missed the way hair felt. His head is smooth, mine is like Velcro.