April 15, 2011 § Leave a comment
mama likes her hair braided before bed,
the forehead widening with each and
the follicles bloom around the spine.
my sister folds down the bed.
sleep has been loud:
the silence argues.
mama screams in her sleep,
her hands hit the headboard.
my sister and I take turns holding
loosening her braids
whispering folktales in her
she puffs in her sleep,
we do this again tomorrow.