those precious years before my hair turned curly,
I sat on my carpet before bed and waited
for daddy to come in. he was young too, I know now,
his knees still good enough for crisscross applesauce
so we sat that way while he untangled my hair,
still shiny in the way of children, and called it
brushing out the day.
now I’m toweling off my head and can’t remember last time
I brushed my hair, and anyway now I’m wearing it too short
to brush at all, and I wonder if maybe the day is getting
stuck in there, if maybe this has something
to do with everything.
Oct 19, 2025
Oct 19, 2025 at 1:13 PM UTC
those precious years before my hair turned curly,
I sat on my carpet before bed and waited
for daddy to come in. he was young too, I know now,
his knees still good enough for crisscross applesauce
so we sat that way while he untangled my hair,
still shiny in the way of children, and called it
brushing out the day.
now I’m toweling off my head and can’t remember last time
I brushed my hair, and anyway now I’m wearing it too short
to brush at all, and I wonder if maybe the day is getting
stuck in there, if maybe this has something
to do with everything.
