As a child, I, the Yankee from Jersey,
would visit Betty, my aunt and godmother
in New Orleans, for summers drenched
in mosquitoes and melted popsicles.
Unlike my mother, she let me run
barefoot . . .
–Excerpt from “Backscratcher” in Edges by Donna Pucciani (Purple Flag, Chicago, 2016). First published in Penniless Press.