Asha Dore
Where I’m From #48
By Asha Dore
Inspired by George Ella Lyon
*Originally published at The Rumpus
I write where the rocks gather on the concrete steps leading down from the front door. Rocks that sparkle black and silver like they fell out of the sky. The sky rocks gather in between the porch boards.
I pull my dress out to fill it with rocks. I gather up the rocks, fold my dress in, carry them inside and drop them in old peanut butter jars while Dad unrolls the plastic wrap around little snakes of cocaine and flushes powder down the toilet, sliding his razors, needles, and pipes into the…
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