My family is a rocketship
And we are just crossing out the solar system
My family is thick, off-white canvas
Steady, sandpapered easel
Palette rife with battalions of color
And yes, we are six dimensional
Because they only asked for three
And we are both a painting, and a movie, and an orchestra
Because we were never told which medium
My family is noisy, and nosy
And no, we don’t interrupt,
We overlap.
Because didn’t you know
Talking is good for the soul.
And we talk often, but often write
Trading scripts, and drafts, and ripped out newspaper pieces
And my family is always poised with a pen
Because nothing is ever done
Only in progress
My family is a reality show gone academic
Like quantum computing and board games
Like AI and HGTV
My family is irrational numbers
Yes, we are unpredictable
If one week mirrored the rest
The mirror would be a galactic time piece
Bedraggled in all different hallucinogenic colors
Because one week is a one time thing
And we are random
You come orbit
And fly out of orbit
My family is medicine cabinets
And doctors fiddled in with hypochondriacs
Because we imagine every possible worst scenario
My family is the host on a survival show
As they list all the ways they could die
My family breaks the envelope, everytime we push it.
My family is neurotic with the best of them
Hapless with the worst of them
My family is open mic nights
And flops
And rabble rousing
My family is always laughing at themselves
Because it’s hard to cry when you’re laughing
And Believe us, we’ve tried
My family is museums
And sometimes we make questionable editorial choices
But always art lines our hallways
Our bodies
Always we are up for an experiment
Eager for a question
My family is a mad scientist
Composed of other mad scientists
A meta frankenstein if you will
My family is sing alouds
As loud as possible
And usually as offkey as possible
My family is musical numbers
Set to no music
And punctuated by our flailing limbs
My family is a balance beam
And we are always tipping
Between genres
My family shoots for nothing less than perfection
And we thrive in in the chase.
My family is the mail carrier who opens every letter
My family is the atheist
And the spiritualist
And the traditionalist
My family is a skyscraper and they cast a really long shadow
My family is comprised of go-getters. Of dreamers who accomplish the dream.
And we dream vividly.