Where I'm From

I am from carpets,
from FirstEnergy and hospitalization.
I am from the birch beside the assembly room.
(Jade, outrageous,
it tasted like cloudberry.)
I am from the mossycup hemlock
the prickly slippery yew
whose vaulting eggs I reassessed
as if they were my own.

I'm from jalapeno and caseloads,
          from Yadira and Calandra.
I'm from the popular kids
          and the floaters,
from 'no' and 'duh'!
I'm from 'Eighty percent of success is showing up'
          'Love doesn't make the world go round'
          and three sports columns I can say myself.

I'm from Yonkers and Newton,
pinched lime and bottled mirin.
From the mouth my grandpa vowed
          in a car accident,
the boar my stepbrother missed to keep their hearing.

On my cabinet was a ribbed box
holding twin rapers,
a sift of hard faces
to prod underneath my eyes.
I am from those shotguns--
demurred before I demurred--
round-etch from the symbolists tree.

Regenerate


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