I am from the quiet and the soft furry coat. From the moist pink nose and the string around my finger. From the pearly white sharp teeth. From the bright green eyes and the long curly nails. I am from the big brown box in the corner, and the long black dress and the tiny braids. The monkey paw and the long blue scarf, the plastic lipstick and fake perfume bottle. I am from the small black pencils and high heels. The big bottles of perfume and the diamond earrings. I am from the black sunglasses and the odd white spot on the wooden floor. From the long curly eyelashes and then finally the screaming “LYNNNN=http://”

I am from the stamps on the wall, the bumpy pages in the copybooks, and the ripped pages out of my sister’s diary, the lost cameras. From the broken glass table, the phone with no buttons and the painted bed sheets. I am from the apple drawing on the wall, the broken chalks and pencils. From the heels on my mom’s shoes, my sisters burned school bag and the scratch marks on her hands. I am from the scar on my dad’s head. 

I am from the hole in my cat’s blanket, the scratch on her chin. Her bleeding nail, the broken pieces of my mother’s favorite cup she broke, and the bite marks on the Christmas ornaments, the scratches on the Halloween decorations, paw shaped ink stains on my sister’s bed sheet, the hair inside my violin case, pixy standing on the table eating the cheese.   

Where are you from?

Lynn 03/23/2010