Today, I held you within reach of your motherwhen you reached down the front of my shirtand said, “Nana,” your pronunciation for nurseand a name for what?  You grasped at straws— as if recalling my grade-school shame around girlsat the Y, when I crossed my arms or draped a towelover my neck to cover up                         …

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