I am from the dawn at 6 AM
From the little blanket with Mickey Mouse on it and the red plastic wash basin,
I am from deep in the grey garden,
next to the bookstore, connected by a narrow muddy path.
I am from a watermelon grown by my grandfather,
outside the cabin on the hill where stored the explosives.
I'm from the the water spilling out of the restroom and the windowsill at night
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I'm from the wall of green Boston ivy, at the back of Catholic church.
I'm from the lake of stones,
instant noodles of various flavors, the feast at the neighbor's table.
From the the pillow filled with rice with a hole gnawed by a mouse
The names on tombstones and medical records,
The melting snow, the late spring, the wind-dried tears
The unspeakable between you and me..