Swish. Swish. Swish.

The brush weaves through her hair.

It only stops when meets a knot,

And works until it's free.

Then back again to do the same,

until the day has gone.

Swish. Swish. Swish.

It got to work again.

For birds nests and tree sap and more

do not belong in hair.

Just like a fish should not learn to write,

a knot should be in a rope and no more.

Swish. Swish. Swish.

We need a brush right now.

But brushes brush hair and not something else

Not the mind or the body or life.

But knots and brushes are two different things,

and knots do not stick to the rope.

Snap! Snap! Snap!

A knot has now been tied.

Who, what, when, where, why

We will never know.

Knots may choose the person or the people choose knots

They can be anywhere on anything with anyone.

Swish. Swish. Swish.

The brush runs through the hair.

What makes brushes special is

That they don't stop, because they

Know that knots can be pushed through and prodded

To never mess with you again.