Twist tie

You stepped in and stood behind me, gatheredmy hair loosely and bound it with a twisttie from the drawer. I looked to the left, notunderstanding you were protecting mefrom my task at the sink. I had swung my hair to get it to stay behind my shoulders and you saw that I had orderedthings wrong … Continue reading Twist tie →

Hair – #13

July 4 1. When I comb my fingers through my hair to pull the knots, long grey hairs come away in my hand. 2. Mom used to touch my head and smooth my hair when I was sick. Sometimes Dad rested his hand on the top of my head, then moved his hand to the … Continue reading Hair – #13 →