I am from Books

I am from a severed hand, golden bones, and a world where science and religion meet head on.

I am from red curly hair, a name not uttered, and forgotten pasts.

I am from a flashy yellow sports car, elegant jazz music, and a man in thick glasses stumbling around the library.

I am from a cup of Victory Gin, a woman hanging laundry, and where 2+2=5.

I am from rusted and empty tin cans, a wobbly old shopping cart, and a man’s undying love for his son.

I am from thick winter jackets, ice chips flying, and an unforgiving win that chills to the bone.

I am from a red hunting cap, a carousel going round and round, and two nuns in a diner.