I am from red dirt & hard clay
I come from his whiskey breath
& her menthol teat
I am from Nat King Cole
& Johnny Mathis
I come from fire
Her backdraft roar
his dry ice burn
I am from the belt &
the slap
I am the twisted lip,
twisted at birth
I come from playground taunts
I was formed by the pack's wisdom
I come from Dickens & Holden Caufield
from Miller & Kerouac
I am from suburban dreams & nightmares
I am from mowed grass & yellowed lawns
I am from this city, this county, this state
It's where I'm coming from
Inspired by this
2 comments:
This is powerful.
I reiterate. Beautiful. I get it.
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