i started writing my a’s like swirly twos,
because the girl next to me in year 6 wrote them like that.
when i was learning how to play the guitar,
i tried to grow out my pinkie nail because
my teacher’s nail was almost the same size as the finger itself,
and i thought it looked cool.
i try to master the art of sitting on my haunches
because i always saw balinese people doing it.
i never leave my paintbrushes in water
because my dad told me it was the quickest way for them to get ruined.
i only learned how to flip pancakes at the right time
because my mum told me to look for bubbles in the batter.
sometimes, i’ll say to someone: “gimme a little bit of sugar” before hugging them,
because that’s what someone we met on Rote island said to my mother before leaving.
i started listening to dutch rap because my cousins made fun of me
for not knowing who 'lil kleine' was,
and i wanted to be like them.
i throw up peace signs in photos because that was our go to pose in bali.
i try to not pee in the ocean
because i heard someone say that it made sharks angry.
when i have a small argument with a friend,
i always leave them to cool down,
then come back as if nothing happened
because that’s how me and my childhood bestfriend would solve our problems.
i try to be nice to animals (except insects)
because 'fantastic mr. fox' was my favourite book.
when i see mirror hours, i make a wish
because that’s what my youngest cousin used to do. the small fragments that have fallen off the people in my life
have gradually fallen into the mosaic hidden inside me,
nestling next to each other and some more jagged than others.
i am a collection of fragments,
a random scribble of other people’s pens,
the ink dripping and staining my habits and life.
Your recollection of little pieces of memory has been written in multi-layer. Enjoying this style and some of your past actions made me laugh, cute.