She used to say
It’s so girly to cry.
So I’m trying not to.
Trying.
Not to.
Cry.
It’s so girly to cry.
So I’m trying not to.
Trying.
Not to.
Cry.
She felt like home.
She felt like the mountains and the forests and the rivers back from where I come.
And you tell me, Little Girl, to make a nick in myself and let all my sorrow leak out.
What I’m trying to tell you, Little Girl, please listen, I’m not lost.
I’m not lost.
I’ve only lost my map.
I’m not lost.
I’ve only lost my map.
For my friend the Grasshopper who cried all summer.
Photograph by Bokom.Amritorupa Kanjilal also writes at Rivers I Have Known: Books, Reviews, and More. Please visit her there!