Who Are You?

I am iced coffee on a cold winter night and pure milk chocolate. I am karaoke junkie. I am bamboo and daisies and tulips and ivy. I am skipping around the block and giggling the entire time. I am peanut butter frozen yogurt, cherry popsicles and peach scented bubble bath. I am dried rosebuds and painted ceilings, I am tousled hair and a invisible tattoo, I am oversized inside-out sweatshirts and kimono bathrobe and wheat-fields. I am raw garlic and korean beansprout and hoisin sauce. I am sour dough bread crust. I am Scorpion.

I am vision, I am art, I am black and white photography. I am almond eyes and creativity. I am hope, I am strength in words, I am cylindrical, stiff pillows and soft goose-down comforters. I am venti iced green tea, I am staring too long at the moon, I am shih-tzus and penguins, otters and wallabies.

I am spinning in the rain, I am a stuffed hippo and decorative pillows, I am black chalk and pastel crayolas, I am collages and mosaic background, I am lost hours in a bookstore. I am blowing bubbles with my saliva, I am foggy mornings, I am phonetic scrabble and student of literature.
I am mysticism and cloud shaping, I am hardwood floors and open windows. I am lying naked under a cotton sheet, I am fiery red silk and whipped cream. I am Adobe Photoshop wannabe and open-mic and Blogger, and a plethora of high frequency voices in panic, I am pizzas and couscous and garbanzos beans.

I am a chip in a tooth, I am Riley’s mother, I am luxury cars with all the windows down, I am jonesing for a cigarette, I am Bach and Beethoven and the Unfinished Symphony. I am bed-head, I am blunt-banged, I am the top of the stairs. I am playdoh and crayola, I am lego and mahogony picture frames, I am right hand on my chin when I ponder.

I am the roaring of the ocean, I am the breaking white water on tall pointed rocks, I am white picket fences and rocky cliffs, I am the Rocky Mountains and deep green valleys and a stampede. I am a lonely peninsula, I am a flock of Canadian geese and Koryo songs, I am polished wood and velvet cushions. I am dusty cathedrals, I am stained glass and terra cotta and smoke rings, I am statues and arid atmosphere and blustery days. I am a Wife.

I am asleep on my stomach, I am in awe of the supernatural, I am striped pajama pants, I am a collection of crossword puzzles and stickers. I am un-stretched collars on white tees, I am scrunching my button nose, I am an egg shaped face and red tear-marks and un-tanned skin. I am Asian fine art, I am poetry, I am steaming green tea. I am loved, I am loveable, I am flat breasts. I am brave, I am strong, I am loud by being quiet, I am phenomenal, I am alive. I am that I am. Simply, I am.