The Trouble with Angels: Taming a Halo of Unruly Hair
“In the beauty parlor, I watch my ringlets collect like dark, bushy tumbleweeds on the checkered floor.”
NowYou’re a mess. You’re a mess. You’re a mess
no more tearsno more tearsno more tears
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On Election Night, I thought again of the boy who assaulted me. When had I finally stopped blaming myself?
I am at the nether reaches of my fertility, curious as to what I can still grow. This remains a shock.