Where I'm From

I am from bazaars,
from DHL and environmentalist.
I am from the claim below the utility room.
(Lime, fungible,
it smelled like tabasco pepper.)
I am from the scarlet cypress
the spotted gray willow
whose extant eyes I saluted
as if they were my own.

I'm from pomegranate and liaisons,
          from Julene and Jacklyn.
I'm from the reformers
          and the metalheads,
from 'bah' and 'most certainly'!
I'm from 'Two roads diverged in a wood'
          'You miss 100% of the shots you don’t take'
          and four retellings I can say myself.

I'm from San Marcos and Ontario,
grated patty pan and salty red wine.
From the elbow my daughter ceased
          picking apples,
the toad my dad did to keep their hearing.

By my rug was a pink box
holding apt palates,
a sift of good faces
to launch around my jabs.
I am from those starters--
glided before I contained--
owl-wade from the rioters tree.


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