Zippermouth by Laurie Weeks

"Jane’s hair was many, many things. Jane’s hair was my lost adolescence, Jane’s hair was a bottle of suave Wildflower Shampoo, Jane’s hair was the cooing of a mourning dove, it was was the call of the wild, Jane’s hair was a photograph of my mother holding me the day I was born, Jane’s hair was a starfish, the stars, Jane’s hair had a mind of its own.”