Where I'm From
Olivia Germann
aug 2020
after George Ella Lyon I am from open pages From CVS chapstick and diet coke I am from the scratched hickory hardwood floors (strong, rigid, with sable dog hair wedged in the panels). I am from endless moth orchids, Their soft mauve petals fluttering Against glass, I am from spilt Bisquick and roaring laughs From Faith and Paulina I’m from the slept through films and late dinner reservations From “Look after your sister” and “Keep it simple, stupid.” I’m from last minute Mass and abandoned CCD I am from the backyard and the East coast Opened Pelligrino, and Tostitos with a hint of lime From my father’s commute from construction to school, the pet chicken my mom bought in Mexico. Hidden in the forgotten dining room is the antique armoire, housing newspaper clippings And half filled albums Chronicling my home I am from these shuffled photographs, moments, Random but safe, Urging me on.