I'm from Lavender

I am from the lamp
with the woman inside
I am from the gummies
that rumble
in your tummy
I'm from the smell of flowers
mixed
with your breakfast
I am from babies
who yell
and cry
and I'm from lavender
that makes you smell good
I'm from the closet
full of rolling toys
The spanish in my ears
makes me feel that I'm different, and the sewing
makes my fingers feel
like sewing stories.

by Taja

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