sweet aunt cassandra

Sweet Aunt Cassandra

“Three little
fishies in an
itty bitty
pool” sang
sweet Aunt
as she
sponged me
down with a
soapy facecloth
where I
sat four years
old &
naked on a
drain board
with my
feet in a
sink of water.


“And they
swam &
they swam
all over
the dam!”
Cassandra sang
in her
lilting voice &
ran the
tips of
her fingers
rapidly up my
legs &
torso to
tweak my
nose &
give me
a hug.


Nowadays they’d
lock her
up &
put me in
foster care.

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