Where I'm From

I am from demands,
from TNT and desirability.
I am from the colt outside the boiler room.
(Shamrock, niggardly,
it sounded like pomelo.)
I am from the American basswood
the slippery quaking alder
whose replete odds I shuddered
as if they were my own.

I'm from tomato and eyeglasses,
          from Desirae and Lakeshia.
I'm from the vegetarians
          and the carnivores,
from 'haw' and 'see ya'!
I'm from 'Nobody gets out alive'
          'He was born with a gift of laughter'
          and four interviews I can say myself.

I'm from Lake Oswego and Enid,
stewed calabrese and strong milkshake.
From the thigh my boyfriend reeled
          while camping,
the mongoose my father-in-law reared to keep their touch.

Beyond my furniture was a jagged box
holding past swallows,
a sift of sore faces
to jack on my sums.
I am from those records--
fainted before I drifted--
eve-peel from the selections tree.

Regenerate


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