my first undercut
jax bulstrode
my love shaves my hair
in the shower
calls me a prince
says they love my body
it’s been hot for days
and the only relief comes
from watching my hair float to the ground
from standing in front of the mirror
and seeing their hands hold my violin hips
later we lay on the grass
freshly cut, the same as me
burn hand-me-down haircuts
in favour of recognisable looks
count the small words we use
to describe
this life
this love
we teach ourselves how to exist
vol. 01
summer 2021
A queer sitting at a picnic bench in nature with a dark blue rain jacket with the hood pulled on. Their brown chin length wavy hair peeks out of the hood and they are looking at the camera over their shoulder. A white water bottle and phone are on the table in front of their crossed arms.
about the artist
Jax Bulstrode writes poems. They are usually writing about rivers or fruit or being queer. They have been published in Anti-Heroin Chic Journal, F*EMS and Southchild Lit. You can find them at @jaxbulstrode on twitter.