I am from comforters, from johnson and johnson and elmers.
I am from the shoes piled by the door, leather glistening from the melted snow. I am from the cherry blosson tree, fresh cut roses, water, the maple tree, dandelion who would burst into a thousand floating seeds.
I am from christmas eve at grandmas and deep brunette hair, from Michael and Renata and Relyea.
I am from the loud presence in the room and everyone sticking together.
From told that monsters are not under your bed and only brush the teeth you want to keep.
I am from a baptized religion and Christmas mass goer.
I'm from new york and family ties all the way to europe, ice cream and pasta sauce.
From the loss of hearing in my dads one ear, the missing tip of my great uncles finger, and the tattooes lining my uncles arms.
I am from the plastic boxes in the basement, never knowing the weight of photos could come together so heavy. spending hours flipping through all the pictures and having a hearty laugh.
. “This Is Just To Say”
i am sorry to say that
i took the car keys last night
i know you wouldnt notice
but it was just a quick run.
my license may have a cerfew
but i wasnt seen or caught.
i didnt cause any harm
and i promise that was the last time
it was after you fell asleep
after your breathing became even
i grabbed my jacket and boots
and slipped out the door.
Rainbow Poem
red is a beach ball
orange the kite
yellow the sunrays
green the towel
blue the swallowing sky
indigo the lapping waves
violet the horizon line
soaking up the sun
spending hours at the beach
with hot sand between the toes
the bright colors of towels and bathing suits
shells lining the edge of the waves
sun tan lotion glistens on your skin
time just melts away
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