daddy's girl

I still remember
those creaky wooden floors--
uneven, unwashed, underneath me,
and how even they absorbed the smell of paint,
so I can remember
what it sounds and smells like
to be a tomboy in your classroom.
Some of the t-shirts you wore in old photos still
sitinyourcloset [who am i kidding] getwornontheweekends.
I think when I get home
I'm gonna steal one
and never leave home without it.