By Carina Muñoz
Illustration by Christine Lin
I crawled my way out of my words
The way my mamá crawled her way
Out of the wound then out of the womb
The same way mi abuela crawled
Her way out of the desert
The way mi vis abuela crawled her way
Out of her husband’s bloody hands
The way mi tatara abuela
Crawled her way out of her pregnancy
The way mi tatara abuela’s lover told his wife
“I crawled my way out of our house
Now she has a belly full of me”
All this was the same way mi papi