Facts to Know - Jane Wong

 
When she braided my hair,

I rested my head between her legs

and told her a fact. Something like

bacteria in yogurt and black lungs

when you smoked too much.

She made me quiet

with a lick of her hand,

taming strands that ran.

 

Winter came and went,

the thaw revealing

newspapers crumpled

at driveway mouths.

In the cold, she zippered my coat

and told me to stop making faces,

it'll freeze that way.

I didn't listen though,

sticking out my tongue.

I caught the splashes of gasoline and slush

from the cars that drove by.

She told me that I should have known,

that winter doesn't taste good

and peaches don't come in cans.

 
© Jane Wong 
 

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