• Jan Avellana


Updated: Apr 5, 2019

today i brushed a girl’s headful of knotted hair her pigtails were askew did daddy do your hair this morning or did you i asked (because mom is no more) i did it she said come here i said bring your brush and she did and i brushed her hair and talked with her in the middle of class during the morning chaos and other little girls looked at us and wanted me to brush them out too but you have mommies i wanted to tell them i’m not brushing hair i wanted to say or making perfect pigtails i am trying trying to mother her to say i’m so sorry sorry sorry your momma is gone forever brush brush brush here is a bandaid for your gushing wound but here are hair elastics instead of a tourniquet i tied looped them over and over and over again just so and i stroked her head and hugged her and i don’t know if she felt anything or if i’m making a difference (am i) but what else do you do when you see a headful of matted hair and two pigtails askew

~ j. avellana


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