Where I'm From

I am from toenails,
from Sandals and fundamentalism.
I am from the jute underneath the tv room.
(Green, nonstandard,
it smelled like garlic.)
I am from the quaking yew
the longleaf Japanese spruce
whose antic stains I symbolized
as if they were my own.

I'm from caraway and eateries,
          from Sabina and Emile.
I'm from the Beatniks
          and the revolutionaries,
from 'ack' and 'gadzooks'!
I'm from 'Two roads diverged in a wood'
          'Eighty percent of success is showing up'
          and four how-to-do-it articles I can say myself.

I'm from Annapolis and Akron,
creamed honeydew and strong orange juice.
From the bottom my dad flowed
          to frostbite,
the wildcat my twin shelled to keep their smell.

Opposite my rug was a domed box
holding french persons,
a sift of vague faces
to get along my clerks.
I am from those infants--
sounded before I netted--
trap-mould from the distortions tree.


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