Come, I want to sit on your lap
with my legs around your waist.
In a basket: beads, combs, oil, and shells,
so I can play with your hair.
I want to massage your scalp with oil until my fingertips feel it come alive.
With the fine-toothed comb I want to scrape specks of dandruff I find, then blow gently.
With the forked comb I want to part your hair this way and that way, expose your scalp, letting it breathe.
Come sit, it's time to play with your hair:
tie a few;
adorn some with beads;
and others with those shells we picked on that day it all began.