In the Waiting Room
How we cite our quotes:
Why should I be my aunt,
or me, or anyone? (75-76)
She questions all these ideas. She's basically asking, what is identity made up of?
boots, hands, the family voice
I felt in my throat, or even
the National Geographic
and those awful hanging breasts—
held us all together
or made us all just one? (77-83)
She asks more questions. What connects all the people in the world? What holds humanity together? What makes us individuals? She doesn't have answers, but she's sure got some interesting questions.