Sandy Shores and Glacial Fingerprints

February 26, 2018

I am from two people in love
who met like a fairy tail.
I am from a stubborn family
who won’t admit their faults.


I am from the bass chords of Flee,
and the sad lyrics of Witt Lowry.
I am from the hype of Logic,
and the chill spell of Blackbear.


I am from the sandy shores of Scripps
and the glacial fingerprints of Delafield
(the lakes I’ve spent days on).
I am from busy boardwalks
and snow covered sidewalks. 


I am from stinky, smelly pads
and grass-stained uniforms.
I am from dirt-covered mouthguards
and ripped gloves, cleats, and shoulderpads.


I am from bruised forearms

and battered shins. 
I am from LAX hacks
and facemasks.


I am from the uncomfortable seats
and 20 minute sermons.
I am from fun services like weddings
and the melancholy services of funerals.


I am from others past

and my future.
I am from two people in love
and I am more than a son.
I am from a stubborn family
and trying to admit my faults.

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