Origin

I am from the refuse.
I am from the plush cat sister by my side.
I am the crape myrtles
Tall and stretching towards the skies!
I am of the caeserean womb.
I am from the deep void of space,
The cold weight of nothingness weighing upon me
As stars dance on my skin.
I have grown from the singular point,
Stretched out from (0,0,0).
I am from the wine glasses,
The whispered gossip,
"I'll tell you later",
and "Don't tell them I said this"
I am from the photo-printed quilt,
Halcyon days from before my birth lingering in my sight

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