Poems for the Broken.

Where I'm From.

I am from
the bed cushions.
From
Cheez-its and Nutella.

I am from
the place where no lights shine.
Empty, dark, silent
room.

I am from
lilacs,
the beautiful flower
my mum loves most.

I am from
shanghai rummy and singers.
From
my father and my mother.

I am from
the dysfunctional and nerdy.

From
"You'll always be my midget,"
and
"My name's chubby."

I am from
different religions,
moving church to church.

I am from
Ohio and Elvis Presley.
White rice and beef stew.

From
going to the hospital
for
cutting my leg open.

The ginger hair and beards.
Shelves and photo albums.
While I am
curled up in the family quilt.