May 10, 2017
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She understood
the finer points of conditioner, my mother.
I can still see
my four-year-old-ghost self
wobbling on the bathroom stool,
Mother rubbing in clementine
or lilac or everlasting sunshine,
trying to reconcile my curls with a ponytail.
Even then, she could not fix
my three-foot-four-inch preschool problems,
but she could simply love
and brush out the tangles.

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