matryoshka

. . . . .

Matryoshka doll

layered traumas conspire

hiding each other

. . . . .

Removing my head

I find another small girl

squinting up at me

. . . . .

She begins to cry

and I move to wipe her tears

But her head wobbles

. . . . .

I pull back my hand

afraid I’ll knock her head off

and see what she hides