63. Beauty Shop

The nurse assistant comes to wash the body

in her bed with sterile towels.

“We’re going to the beauty shop,” she chirps.

“Gonna get you all pretty.”


Morning sun streams through windows

there’s new evidence of disease.

“You’ve really been through it, hon, haven’t you?”

The nurse mutters.


She asks me to help her as she sweats

and lifts and turns the almost dead

weight. I am not strong enough. But I notice

when she washes my mom’s hair oh!


there is a sound

that happy sound my mother always makes

at the beauty shop. I sigh,

“Mom loved to have her hair washed.”