29.4.09

i am from poems: the world in egocentric verse

the surface of me

i am from the mother of all mothers
and the grandmother of them all as well
i am from the father who's work
will never wash off his skin
i am from books in corners,
books in stairwells,
books read under covers 'til dawn
i am from so many sisters radiating laughter
and so many brothers vibrating with brotherliness
i am from meatballs, meatballs, meatballs
with a side of spaghetti, please
i am from walls torn down
to make more space
for more babies
i am from the scent of her musk
despised on anyone else
i am from noise always always
and people everywhere

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