I am from boots ,
from TV and Nintendo .
I am from the clutter
I am from the willow tree,
the grass
I am from church
and loving,
from Jenyons
and Leo and Jeremy.
I am from the forgetful
and nosy.
From Honesty is the best policy
and you’re talented.
I am from rosary with no meaning.
from telling everyone you’re Christian so that you don’t make mom look bad.
I’m from New York City ,
Tres Golpes y Chimi.
From the child placed on burning newspaper,
From learning your lesson for running away from home,
and the one who never came back because he was busy playing with dad’s locker. No one is supposed to go in there.
I am from St Nicholas in that dingy old apartment, right in the living room/kitchen/dining room. The antiques have are covered in dust, the mess is unbearable.