Where I am From

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I am from tattered towels,
from bleach powder and slimy brown soaps.
I am from the gaping broken potholes of the floor.
(Red, muddy,
smelling like fresh petrichor.)
I am from the silkworm mulberries,
the common slender jasmine,
whose intoxicating scents filled the arid air,
and beautiful vines climbed the narrow wooden poles.

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