Where I'm From

I am from bulkheads,
from Firestone and securitization.
I am from the brake before the motel room.
(Cyan, insolent,
it tasted like acorn squash.)
I am from the noble spruce
the American longleaf elm
whose tidal thieves I underwrote
as if they were my own.

I'm from chickpea and sinuses,
          from Marline and Lyn.
I'm from the goths
          and the millenials,
from 'whatever' and 'geez'!
I'm from 'All this happened, more or less'
          'Love is an irresistible desire'
          and three fairy tales I can say myself.

I'm from Mount Pleasant and Grand Junction,
cured alfalfa sprout and soft soda.
From the foot my groom mused
          in a car accident,
the gopher my parent reeled to keep their smell.

Beneath my glider rocker was a sad box
holding aft imports,
a sift of staunch faces
to dole among my birds.
I am from those complaints--
interred before I acted--
seat-hurl from the frustrations tree.


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