Papap and the tiny baddie. Photo of my grandfather and I at my mother's second wedding in 1993.
I don’t get away
with not knowing—
that the little girl
in me—
still runs
for the woods,
to dig her fingers
into the earth
and scream,
and scream,
𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮.
(I learned
to be
a soft place
for her to rest
afterwards—
from my grandfather.)
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