Sometimes I form snakes, or spliffs. Sometimes the cuts aren’t deep enough.
I don’t want to know, but I want to be good. I want a natural way.
You tell me with your eyes closed that you like to watch me
concentrate. Fold clothes, lashes low. So I move slow –
fold and place and lift back up.
Balance trays, one arm, burnt buzzing.
Pat my hair. Laugh loud so the splash
will carry past the customers
right through the flour