Where I'm From

I am from glass globes of roses, from Gardenias and Gerbers. I am from dust floating in the air, caught in winter sun. I am from lilacs that can't be contained, whose fragrance colours early spring. I'm from toilet paper tubes and marbles, from King's Daughters and Mayflowers. I am from a pinch of salt, pull your weight and no one wants to hear you complain. I am from rocky cathedrals, midnight masses and incense. From forbidden dances held long into the night under Aurora Borealis. I am from moments folded into paper, hung down halls on sooty walls, lingering in stories, on pages, in ashes flickering away.