
Vanessa King
Where I’m From #16
By Vanessa King
Inspired George Ella Lyon
I am from chlorine.
From Speedo and Tyr.
I am from the stuccoed ranch on Estero and the poorly-placed box past the gate, too-green grass,
parchment skies, the blast of an oven every time you open the front door. But, hey, it’s a dry heat.
I’m from manicured palms and white-trunked orange, humming with bees my brother was
desperate to avoid. We were warned not to eat the fruit—it was bitter, collected for marmalade,
but I don’t know if that was true. At the bus stop, we chucked them into the street for Kyle to
drive over.
I’m from…
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