Unwound

Mom told me to sit still and “don’t ruin your nice clothes.” Mean clothes is more like it; they make me itch.  

I squirm. Play with my fingers. Chew on a strand of my hair. Tap my toes on the floor. I notice a tiny thread on my tights—I pull.  

Oh no.

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