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she ushers you into the chair, draping a black towel around your neck, and you wonder if she'll need to stack phone books underneath you so you can crane to reach the sink

she doesn't. you've grown enough

the water turns on.

sensing complete vulnerability, your eyes water and your hands are snared at your sides.

feral cat

you've given this woman all your trust

you've left the pale sinew

of your neck wide open to the air.

dazy hazy

hair floating in the sink

lather rinse repeat/lather rinse repeat/lather rinse–

is the temperature alright?

fluorescent lights flaring through a fisheye lens

you're benjamin button cradled in the womb, nestled in a cavity of fluid

an amniotic sack of vanity

when she wraps a towel around my neck, she is my mother, dumping a large cup of water over my long hair, which is draped over the tub like laundry hung out to dry.

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