for L Sr Prasad
really small i would fall
walking on my legs, toes turned toward
one another–teenage parents, dropped out together, run for ‘freedom’ to the Red state
where the alcoholic father, always a secret now,
went to his sister, 1 child in tow
and me on the way.
cried when they put my shoes on.
cried when they put me in the bed with them.
couldn’t talk but everything hurt.
thank God for surgery at 5:
… I guess my mother learned something right
from that one time she read
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