I have an obsession.
It’s an obsession with the old me I love looking at pictures of her I love videos even more I want to visit young Claire as much as I can
I want to see her dance I want to see her laugh I want to see the outfits she picks out The way that she plays at recess Her messy handwriting Her dirty old sneakers Her gap-toothed grin Her baggy basketball shorts Her fingernails with dirt lodged underneath
I want to watch her in the swings I want to watch her play pretend I want to hear her singing I want to hear her questions I want to hear her dreams
Why the obsession with my younger self? Well, in the simplest terms, I want to see who I was— before the world told me who to be.
