Hey Hey, She’s So Lovely

Rodney M. learned how to tie her shoes, cut off her hair, and French kiss, all in the same year. Once shoes were out of the way, strands of hair were no big deal––just very skinny laces attached to her head and curled like ribbon on a birthday present. Scissors crackled in soggy air. Her hair fell like rain. It soaked her toes to the bone and under the nail bed, and it was so cold. But the tongue was warm. She found sanctuary as it flickered around her lips. “You’re so lovely,” the tongue whispered, dry as sandpaper; she smiled as hands clenched her hipbones and wound themselves into her missing curls. Rodney M. learned so many things that year.