Watching 1/30/21 I can feel her watching me. I’m not sure why she would be. Doesn’t she realize she’s staring? Maybe it’s not me she’s looking at. Maybe she’s looking through me. No it’s me. I’m certain it’s me. Do I look strange to her? Do I look familiar? Someone from her past, maybe? Is she judging me? Is she fantasizing about me? Maybe she thinks I’m ugly. Or fat. Or clumsy. And disheveled. What do I care? Why should I care? She’s a complete stranger. Her opinion means nothing to me. So why is it bothering me so much? Is there a chance she’s admiring me? I doubt it. But maybe.
Braids 1/29/21 It’s as if that road trip happened yesterday and 100 years ago. We were going home from a holiday at family’s. We were in the back seat. Air Supply was on the radio. You started braiding my hair. It was only slightly wavy and very long, down to the bottom of my butt, back then. By the time you finished, I had dozens of tiny braids all over my head. A miniature Bo Derek with incredibly crooked teeth. These days, my teeth are straight and my hair is curly. The teeth, the result of years of hideous and painful braces. The hair, I blame you and those braids.
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