from Abrupt Rural
My sister used to sing the Scissors Song from her crib.
I'd dream she was dead, just another sleeping insect,
cicada unable to close its eyes.
It's just the moon, my mother said late one night, sitting on my bed,
White birds dipped in candle wax hung upside-down in the closet.
Cats with no hair on their heads looked in through the windows.
My father grew from a small boy into an adult
in the corner. I could never sleep.
I was afraid of the light coming in through the keyhole.
Once I looked through it. Saw two strangers. A man and a girl.
The man was trying to braid the girl's hair while she wept.
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