I smell Vick’s vapor rub     and think
of my granny—      dabbing at her chapped lips
the other hand     stirring mashed potatoes     her mind
ever reeling on    child rearing     and perfect
peanut butter cookies.
Her hug     was a cavern     my body      the sea
I splash against her     and take     pieces home with me.

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