Where I'm From

I am from genres,
from Motrin and affordability.
I am from the stead opposite the changing room.
(Chocolate, different,
it sounded like habanero.)
I am from the prickly pine
the noble dwarf pine
whose irate ends I subsided
as if they were my own.

I'm from rock melon and initials,
          from Gil and Beverlee.
I'm from the popular kids
          and the vainglorious,
from 'oyez' and 'tsk-tsk'!
I'm from 'You can have everything in life that you want'
          'At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet'
          and three science fictions I can say myself.

I'm from Little Rock and Lawrence,
mixed lychee and common water.
From the back my son asked
          when a knife slipped,
the gorilla my grandfather eyed to keep their hearing.

Against my cupboard was a dim box
holding neat psyches,
a sift of few faces
to sit before my prunes.
I am from those profiles--
consigned before I speeded--
field-raise from the pronouncements tree.

Regenerate


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