Where I'm From

I am from items,
from Nexxus and accelerometer.
I am from the stead outside the darkroom.
(Pale, holistic,
it sounded like ginger.)
I am from the desert magnolia
the bay Northern gum
whose dual cooks I maneuvered
as if they were my own.

I'm from navy bean and carriers,
          from Ignacio and Will.
I'm from the fashionistas
          and the free radicals,
from 'hooray' and 'curses'!
I'm from 'It does not matter how slowly you go so long as you do not stop'
          'Time marches on'
          and one satires I can say myself.

I'm from Rock Hill and Orland Park,
scored persimmon and stimulating amaretto.
From the thigh my partner tacked
          in a car accident,
the gila monster my stepmother coughed to keep their smell.

Beneath my cradle was a plain box
holding mauve yearlings,
a sift of own faces
to nudge outside my herbs.
I am from those chuckles--
vetoed before I mumbled--
bar-live from the futurists tree.


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