THE DRIP OF TAP WATER
FROM THE TIP OF A COMB
DOWN THE NAPE OF MY NECK.
THE SQUIRMING STRUGGLE
AGAINST GENTLE
HANDS DETERMINED TO MAKE ME PRESENTABLE.
AND I WISH–
NO. I MISS THE CARE OF MY MOTHER
GETTING ME UP AND
MAKING ME READY.
AND MAYBE IF ANOTHER
PERSON COULD BE BOTHERED
TO BRAID MY HAIR WITH TAP WATER
I COULD GET MYSELF UP AND BE READY.
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