Poetry

Brushing Abby’s Knotty Hair

Long day I don’t remember.
4X4 bathroom.
I’m helping my Abby brush
Her brown hairーso knotty.
I’m trying not to hurt her.

Ripped seventies wallpaper,
Blue daisies on yellow.
Odor of Johnson & Johnson shampoo.
Flickering light bulb.
I’m strangling.

Abby pulling away from me,
“OW MOM, STOP HURTING ME!”
That Monster enters the
Claustrophobic bathroom–
Everything turns red.

Numbness, my broken self.
Help me! Let me go!
I have no strength.
I hate hurting. I hate defeat.
I want to be normal, for once

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