(After George Ella Lyon) I am from star jasmine,from slingshots and forbidden books. I am from foaming water, pulling me under.(white, churningtasting like salt.) I am from the black walnut,the wild blueberry bush,whose roots dug tenaciously into the Michigan soil,resurfacing every summer, as I did. I am from poviticas and freckles,from Ruth, Frances, and Lavina.…
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