Fingers comb through hair
the brush I bought doesn't work
the tangles remain.
I'm a freelance ESL tutor and writer living South Korea. I've had a few poems and short stories published in various anthologies including Becoming Real by Pact Press.
I'm a lover of cats, books, Hozier, and bugs.
Medium
Ko-fi
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ooh, nice one, Kera!
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Open the closet search through expired boxes until you find it.
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ooh, nice one, Kera!