Why do mothers yank so hard
As they brush their daughters
Tangled
hair?
It knots,
They say,
Or it straightens.
Yet,
As the tangles fade to silk
All the real hair,
All the real girl,
Falls out of their heads in clumps twirled around brushes.
To this open-ended question,
There seems no answer
Not leading to further tangles itself.
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