Where I'm From

I am from forklifts,
from CorningWare and rationalization.
I am from the awe beneath the studio.
(Orange, robotic,
it felt like raisin.)
I am from the Northern hickory
the lady Northern Myrtle
whose bodied sides I blanketed
as if they were my own.

I'm from pineapple and laborers,
          from Cletus and Vanna.
I'm from the Beliebers
          and the geeks,
from 'my my' and 'gosh'!
I'm from 'The most difficult thing is the decision to act'
          'If you judge people, you have no time to love them'
          and three fairy tales I can say myself.

I'm from Colton and Upland,
julienned white radish and hot mineral water.
From the nostril my mum trekked
          in a boating accident,
the whale my godfather harped to keep their taste.

Around my light was a apt box
holding arched memos,
a sift of wet faces
to irk beside my fates.
I am from those poppies--
recoiled before I ambled--
fork-irk from the rebellions tree.

Regenerate


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