Where I'm From.

I am from butterflies

from Dove and Dreams.

I am from under the rug in bathroom

silent, moist

with a slight scent of cinnamon.

I am from the Willow tree

the Baby's Breath

whose sweet shade pours down

like my hatred for life.

I'm from red rice and strawberry marks

     from Tony and Carlos.

I'm from aggression and annoyance

     from "you'll be sorry" and "if you lie, you'll die".

I'm from Atheism

     because it just seems to hard to believe

     and I give up.

I'm from Pennsylvania and Puerto Rico,

cockroaches and ladybugs.

From the plane my brother wanted to fly

     and now does

making safe flight for our leader.

The many places we've lived

and then went away from

simply just leaving behind

those stilled moments of ours

there and here, and here and there

from both now