I’m am from my bedroom window,
From slow computers and my canvas,
I’m from a tan and blue walled house full of random items,
With a horrid smelling litter box,
I’m am from the oak tree in my back yard,
The swing set that I remember being to small to mount,
I’m from the animal game and Christmas parties,
From Susan and John,
From late night trips and thanksgiving dinners,
And from watching unintelligible TV shows.
I’m from don’t let the bed bugs bite and always eat your vegetables
and all around the marry go round,
I’m from singing to the words that you don’t know,
I’m from Austin and I’m American, from pizza and soup,
From mom breaking her arm and when she slipped on the ice,
I’m from my grandma’s beautiful paintings, and treasures hiding under my bed for special events.