Where I'm From

I am from workdays,
from Doritos and desirability.
I am from the plum by the armory.
(Emerald, impassioned,
it felt like avocado.)
I am from the gray poplar
the Southern woolly aspen
whose fatal codes I saluted
as if they were my own.

I'm from lemon and storehouses,
          from Marivel and Marti.
I'm from the goths
          and the millenials,
from 'aw' and 'gesundheit'!
I'm from 'An unexamined life is not worth living'
          'I was the shadow of the waxwing slain'
          and four tall tales I can say myself.

I'm from Waltham and St. Louis Park,
shredded black-eyed pea and alcoholic limeade.
From the teeth my boyfriend upped
          on their wedding day,
the donkey my friend reeled to keep their hearing.

Among my island was a drab box
holding mauve nonstops,
a sift of tough faces
to cull upon my tribes.
I am from those sponges--
lifted before I brandished--
midst-toss from the rioters tree.

Regenerate


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