Two gasping
Quick inhalations

And then

‘You have got to learn
To wing it
Only then can we
All flock together”

She told me when I was age four

Then there was that day
The day of


They called her grandmother
I called her grandmother too

She said, ‘child,
Nothing can ever harm us
Save that which we fear
Or that which we love’

Breath like knives
In my lungs
Grandmothers face
A mask of riteous fury

A quick inhalation
A sob

Grandmother holds me
The bad man dead
We both safe
Covered in his murderous


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