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Deep
in the roundness
of her cells, my grandmother
designed me.
If you are conceived
in a trap, you are born
in a trap. She is dead now,
though still she pulls and pulls me
with admonitions
and advice, her measuring
tape and scales, as if I am something dirty
that needs
to be boiled pure. She never
spoke, not about anything,
just moved.
She believed
in the present.
In her later years, I caught
her writing secret words
in pencil—
moments she didn’t want to lose
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