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My Son is Undone By My Hair

I mean he buries his face in it and breathes it in, holds it with his little hand like an elephant as I carry him post-nap, still halfway in a dream. I mean he asks to brush it, then does for ten minutes—hours at two— gently. Says again and again Mama, I’m doing hair salon.…

4 tygodnie temu

@alice-white

Some Nights the Entire Gravel Driveway

is covered with fat orange slugs. Or frogs. Or snails. You can’t run to the car barefoot for something left there. You can’t step outside to see the Milky Way splashed on the sky without a flashlight. You have to look down in the country. In the dark, you can slice…

4 tygodnie temu

@alice-white