daddy.
his hat. his keffiyeh (tied around my body). his lock. his scent. his humor. his love. his spirit. his everything. now lives in me, too. he brought back my art. brought back the self that lived pre-lost, pre-aneurysms and life going left. vulnerability and fearlessness. the staple of my me'ness. it's there. it's coming. it's here. it's showing. dear daddy, i hear you. i feel you. i am you. i honor you. goddammit, i cry for you. i ache for you. i heal for you. and i'm going to show the world, how a daughter raised by you, loved by you, unabashedly praised by you, will be EVERYTHING i'm meant to be...because of you.
starting...with...my heart.
