Stubble

There’s is a fluttering bird

trapped in the bathroom.

Me to the rescue.

I don’t like this stinky house

that makes me sneeze.

Or Aunt, who is more starchy

than the strange lacy blouses

she wears. Aunt says we’re

better off without Father,

but I often wonder.

I miss the prickly feel

of his stubbly beard

when he hugs me.

Now that is beautiful.

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