—–This post was inspired by the legendary blogger, Good Day Regular People
- I come from Sicily, Sweden, Bahamas, Minnesota, & Cable Beach Casino…
…where I dealt black jack to movie stars and dirty old men who blew raspberry flavored smoke into my face at the old Playboy Club.
Where I fell into a twin sized bed with a Liverpudlian named David, & everybody knew…because he had hot pink lipstick smeared all over his freshly starched shirt the following morning.
Where I drank Long Island Teas all night long with Lois Gosset Jr. and kissed him strait on the lips.
Where I once told Telly Savalas he was mean, and he just smiled, scratching the pine green table for another card.
- I come from the womb of a sixteen year old high school drop out who adored and worshiped me before I inhaled my first breath.
She was a stay at home mother, a bread maker, a chocolate chip cookie baker, a hugger, a Tabu perfume wearer, and profound kisser of chubby cheeks.
She fixed her auburn hair in a French twist like Audrey Hepburn from Breakfast and Tiffney’s, wore dazzling red lipstick, and dangly gold earrings streamed down her long neck.
She was the “Glue God” of our loud, crazy Italian family, and also, a living, Jesus loving Saint.
- I come from books.
Life changing, waterlogged, shaded in yellow marker books.
Books that sat under my bunk bed like used up, wrinkled bibles. Books with layers of metaphor and succulent vocabulary: Jonathan Livingston Seagull. Ariel. 100 Dresses. The Sun Also Rises. The Journals of Sylvia Plath. Fear of Flying. The Old Man & The Sea. I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings. The Metamorphosis.
Books, where the inky language, even now, slides down my throat.
- I come from domestic violence.
But I didn’t know until he stalked her, manipulated her, shot her three times in the back of the head. I didn’t know until I got the call that the entire Duluth Police Department were surrounding her house like a swat team.
I didn’t know until I touched her face of porcelain at the hospital, stroked her freshly highlighted hair, & observed her eyelashes still wet with tears.
I didn’t know until the life I once knew ended.
Just. Like. That.
- I come from love.
Unequivocal, remarkable love.
Love that rains down so hard and so abundantly, you can possible drown inside of it.
A kind of love where my voice was heard and validated and respected. “What did you say, Kim? Start at the beginning.”
Because of this love, my heart is beating this very moment. That’s the whole truth.
~~~Darling, Readers, where do you come from?
—My favorite new song here. I really LOVE this: Make it Rain