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Ordinary Pieces

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I am from marbles and Duncan Hines,
and from the broach fastened around every pale neck on graduation.

I am from the wide, double-paned window
looking out on the clothes blowing in the wind on the line.
I am from the dying cottonwood,
the towering sunflower,
and the bleeding hearts that mean so much to her.

I am from the brown-hair-brown-eyed-barefooted children.
I am from Diana by grace,
Sadie and Peggy with pride,
and Wayne by fate.

I am from the stubborn and the stepped on,
from unplug the coffee maker and don’t put that on the top shelf.

I am from Billy Graham on channel fifteen,
and from a solitary bible resting on an aged cream colored doily
on the end table.

I am from the streets of Lubbock,
the corner gas station of Vernon,
and the dust of Lipscum County.
I am from chocolate icing and cornbread at every meal.

I am from the keys in his shirt pocket,
from the bubblegum in her lap,
and the tarantula crawling around his collar.
I am from roaring Chevys waiting by the mailbox on young summer nights.

I am from the rings on my fingers,
and the tear-stained letters in the hatbox.
I am from every photograph lining the dusty shelves.





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