I am from Thistle and Weeds
From 9 years apart
From the 80s references
I am from staying out late
My curfew was the street lamps
My sandbox was the patch of gritty dirt in the back I watered into mud
I am from bare feet in the backyard
With its tall, lush green, and soft grass that I always missed the thorns facings up
Always landing in my left heel.
I am from getting punished for leaving dirt rings in the bathtub
From the hand prints
The fingerprints
And little muddy feet tracked through the house
I am from the unbelievably hot summers
And the completely frigid winters
The projects of Charlton
I am from hard work
From carelessness
To car accidents
Having fun
The laugh lines
And the late night Pinochle
I am from classic rock
Pedel to the medal
80s music that I beat my mother in on song pop
From screws falling out all the time
The worlds and imperfect place
I could move to Africa or Afghanistan
The Breakfast Club
From going to Cape Cod since I was 2
Krista K’s 100s of ice cream flavors
To my cousin ruining it
2 hits me hitting you, you hitting the floor.
And this is what you get in my house for spilling paint on the garage floor.
Did you or did you not just motion to Claire?
I am from being vacant
I haven’t been found yet
But I found my boys, they were lost
I will always believe Santa Carla is the murder capitol of the world
I am from the stage
From birth to death, no matter where I live
It is my home
And the family that comes with it.
