I am from calculations
From Texas Instruments
I am from an unmade bed
(Messy, twisted; it smells like sleep)
I am from lilacs, the cottonwood tree
Whose seedlings sprinkle to the ground
I am from castles and gypsies
From Leavitt and Collins
I am from smartasses and sweethearts
From slowdown to come on
I am from Latter Day Saints that are unpracticed
Church no longer a necessity
I am from Irvine and Scandinavia
Blackberry pie and Turkey Dinner
From the ballet scholarship my grandmother turned down
The black and white site only my grandfather sees
Hidden in my aunt's attic lie mementos of my long-lost father
The man I never knew; the smile I never saw
I am from heroes
One here on earth, one in the sky