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Where I'm From
I am from infinite summer rains,
From wrong assumptions.
I’m from red ants and sand being
Blown in the air.
I am from “kooshai” and corn flakes
That became soggy when I
Left them in the bowl.
I’m from aged souls who passed their days
In green plastic lawn chairs,
Who watched ice-cream trucks and snow angels,
Who passed their days until their days ended .
I am from bright floral sheets on clotheslines.
From Sarah’s,
Yellow elephants and violet rabbits
Where my brush had no eyes.
I’m from chalk-hands that kept me from slipping
To climbing over the world
From up
Not down.
I am from offering m&m’s to a stranger
Who became my closer
Who is now a phone call.
From the van that took me away
To the embrace that brought them back.
I’m from cardboard boxes and post-its.
I am from gasoline rainbows.
From Yan’s,
Pink plastic gums and fake teeth,
Crunchy flies on the sill.
I am from broken glasses
And broken pride.
From a blurry world to a gray one.
I am from He is the light beneath my feet
To He isn’t there.
From sunsets and Sunfish.
I’m from Do you like him?
The new man.
I’m happy for you.
I’m from inside, and I returned there.
I am from an unexplained curiosity
To a hospital bed
To an explanation and some apricots.
I am from paint on walls and black cats.
I am from formal questions and informal answers.
I’m from cuts and clocks and clowns.
Sweet tea and hot spoons.
I am from realizations.
I am from yes,
From new colors.
And no,
And windowless streets.
From all I try to remember,
And what I never forget.
Even when it seems I forget everything else.
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