Wednesday, April 4, 2012

The Island

Where I'm from is hard wood floors and the color burnt sienna
and people that can tell the difference between burnt sienna and brown.

Where I'm from is loud for good reasons
and full of sunshine. always the sunshine.

Where I'm from has long bike rides and kickball
and the certainty, the unyielding potent knowledge that the future was bright

Where I'm from is an impossible ideal so built up in my head that my life will never hope to compare. Where did my parents find all those friends? Where did they find money for vacations, bikes, my short but intense obsession with the spanish-american war? My prose fails me; fear rules.

Where I'm from is concrete.
Where I'm going is sand.

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