woken at five
by two excited puppers
who sleep all day
© Rachel Green July 2026
Tightly Permed Hair
I tried to foster the relationship
I once had with my mother
but she died when I was a child
but mostly I remember her fur coat
and her tiny hands clutching mine
as she half walked, half dragged me to church
on a Sunday morning
when what I really wanted
was a bacon sandwich in bed
like she made for my dad.
Perhaps I grew up resenting God
because I was denied bacon.
© Rachel Green July 2026
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