Where I'm From
I am from tablespoons, from Kleenex and Gameboy.
From apple cinnamon and mix-match kitchenware.
I am from the sunflower, the hydrangea.
I’m from Chinese checkers and southern accents, from Evers and Hesh.
I am from the warmth of embrace and homemade gifts.
From “stop hitting your sister” and “don’t talk to strangers.”
I’m from Saint Anthony, from Hawaiian bread and cherry vanilla coke.
I’m from the relative who calls me Hamburger, from King and R.L. Stine, and the sound of new life just beyond the door.
I am from the living room cabinet filled with albums.
From apple cinnamon and mix-match kitchenware.
I am from the sunflower, the hydrangea.
I’m from Chinese checkers and southern accents, from Evers and Hesh.
I am from the warmth of embrace and homemade gifts.
From “stop hitting your sister” and “don’t talk to strangers.”
I’m from Saint Anthony, from Hawaiian bread and cherry vanilla coke.
I’m from the relative who calls me Hamburger, from King and R.L. Stine, and the sound of new life just beyond the door.
I am from the living room cabinet filled with albums.