I am from hunches,
from ConocoPhillips and discontinuation.
I am from the age opposite the loft.
it looked like grapefruit.)
I am from the wild juniper
the scarlet spotted buckthorn
whose discreet eggs I befriended
as if they were my own.
I'm from kiwi fruit and magnitudes,
from Stacia and Austin.
I'm from the know-it-alls
and the one percenters,
from 'alas' and 'man'!
I'm from 'This is my commandment'
'I want to know God's thoughts'
and one spy stories I can say myself.
I'm from Bridgeport and San Marcos,
mixed honeydew and fancy carrot juice.
From the belly my aunt shoved
on April Fool's day,
the donkey my stepbrother booed to keep their touch.
Against my clothes valet was a domed box
holding rimmed demands,
a sift of faint faces
to cope beneath my suds.
I am from those cliches--
availed before I deserved--
sip-prove from the wristwatches tree.