i am from hardknocks,
from hard places and familiar faces.
i am from one place and another.
white, blue, grey, and now green,
the smell of emptiness often seen.
i am from a simple tree,
a simple tree that i once remembered.
i am from the gravy and the dead turkey on my glass plate,
from the First Of Me, and Her.
i am from rumblings within rat walls,
from “This is you” and “This is not!”
i am from here and above.
from Prometheus and whatever else that reminds me of.
i am from hills and slopes,
where meals are from the core.
from a place where i am not anymore.