Where I'm From

I am from maples,
from Burt’s Bees and autobiography.
I am from the month near the common room.
(Thistle, commercial,
it sounded like kumquat.)
I am from the stinking poplar
the pin horse sweetoak
whose honest dens I awaited
as if they were my own.

I'm from patty pan and comedies,
          from Shanelle and Mckinley.
I'm from the skaters
          and the theater nerds,
from 'my my' and 'right on'!
I'm from 'Once upon a time and a very good time it was'
          'Life is about making an impact'
          and one mysteries I can say myself.

I'm from Stockton and Madison,
mixed breadfruit and special cordial.
From the cheek my boyfriend coughed
          on Halloween,
the gila monster my mother-in-law earned to keep their sight.

Outside my bar stool was a jagged box
holding beige lemons,
a sift of vast faces
to douse over my babes.
I am from those toxics--
shouldered before I foundered--
eve-add from the socialists tree.

Regenerate


poem generator by Mary Dickson based on the original by George Ella Lyon. A project for #NaNoGenMo, November 2015.