If I could chose any place in the world,
from the deep turquoise and white sand
of Bermuda, to the rich, wet jungles
dripping with the air's sweat,
even to the broad cobblestone streets
torn in Vienna - basically any place at all -
if I could choose one place
as a metaphor for 'me'-
I would choose a garbage dump.
All of the discarded junk, the headless
Barbie dolls, naked (the men in my Barbie world,
due to lack of Ken dolls), old radiators
& fudgesicle wrappers, still sticky,
old notebooks, filled with sketches
bubble-letter headings: KR LUVS …,
pictures flashing sporadic moments in time,
my mom's Mac lipstick cases, dad's torn, yellowed shirts,
- worthless crap to you,
but everything to me.w