I know
I was
sevenjust a kid
her rollerskates,
scabbed knees,
stories
she made up
in her head,and
the
whole
world
ahead
of
herI think
I was
elevenI don't really
remember
the girl who
hurt
so much
she felt likeshe
carried
the
whole
world
on
her
backsomehow
I'm
fourteenI am not
either of
these girls now
but they were,
are
still me because
they affecthow
I
see
the
whole
world
nowthere are seven years
between the little kid
and the teenagerthen there's the girl in between
October 2023

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