i am from the rocking hammock on a dehydrated june day.
i am from the holes in the walls on his drunken days.
i am from the front seat drives to the park and the pool
rock collections and fluffy pussywillow trees.
horseshoe crabs and lobsters with knife sharp claws.
i am from motercycles and tractor rides
i am from the aroma of paint and homemade dinner
i am from the corners of my closet
rusty quarters and pac-man games
short breaths, inhalers and hospital beds.
i am from oversized shoes
i am from the galaxies of my mother's eyes
i am in the forest of my own mind
i am lost in it, waiting to be found.
