novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- loud & proud our broken record. grandma's skin looks like vellum. it feels like wet rice paper; like handling a large spring roll. "i can see outlines, but no detail." i scoot closer to her torso on the blue plastic physical therapy bed, which squeaks as my thighs move. closer. "we should trim the ends of your hair with a razor." i duck my head so that my hair is closer to her hands. i place my fingers lightly over the liver spots dancing up her forearm. i call them liver spots in my head, and think of her liver bubbling up underneath her skin's thin coating, itching to get out. she fingers the ends of my hair fighting to keep her arm from wobbling. "you know, just even out the ends." it wobbles; i feel my scalp tug. 7:19 pm - 03.24.05 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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