Monotheism Some people need religion. Me? I’ve got my long black hair. I twist The roots and braid it tight. You’re My villain. You’re a hard father, from Behind, it whines, tied and tucked, Untouchable. Then comes The night— Before I carry my Mane to bed with me, I sit us In front of the vanity. Undo. Un- wind. Finally your fingers, it says Near my ear, Your fingers. Your Whole hands. No one’s but yours.
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