i wasn't convinced, but kept a very open mind...
3 years ago
...to my idea that, when other people touched my hair, they could read my thoughts. when my mother did my hair, i tried to rush her, and did everything i could to keep my thoughts from being about secrets. haircuts were of course a sine wave of worried emotion, varying when she’d move her hands to or from my hair.
when people touch my hair these days, i’m sometimes reminded, and it still does feel possible.
