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narative poem

December 20, 2018
By Anonymous

I am from the blue house on the corner.

And cold northern nights.

Riding my red razor scooter.


I am from the great lakes.

Old houses and punk bands.

From sledding birthdays and hospital rooms.

Broken ankles and playgrounds.


I am from speakers that make you deaf.

Detroit cold and frozen snot.

From roommates and frozen snot.


I am from little brothers and little sisters.

Always whining never sleeping.

Oldest child babysitting.

From knives and stitches.


I am from grilled cheese and cheesecake.

Netflix and amazon.

Odd jobs while its freezing


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