we sat staring at the city’s lights
huddled against the cold
i took her hand and rubbed it
on my shaven head a day old
like velcro. i liked the feel of
her hand
and didn’t know what else to say
reminds me of my dad’s cheeks
when he’d kiss us and i’d push
him away
don’t worry, give it a week and
it’ll be like a dog’s head to
touch
nice and soft, like a dachshund
maybe.
she didn’t like her father much
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