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  • I am from…
    Well, that is a broad thing to think about.
    One could talk about location,
    Or one could talk about family,
    Or they could even just talk about themselves.
    People can come from anywhere
    Even if they think they come from nowhere at all.

    I, for one, am from a tiny house
    On Park Place.
    The trim is green
    And if I recall correctly, the rest is a yellow-white sort of thing.
    My mother grew up there, in Bend,
    After coming from Canada.
    Does that mean I come from Canada, too?
    My dad grew up some in Roseburg,
    Before finishing his growing in Gladstone.
    Does that mean I come from Gladstone, too?

    When I came from that tiny house
    I came from humble beginnings
    And was given a name tag that means peace
    And an army of elves.
    I come from six different houses
    And two different apartments.
    Being abused by other kids at both apartments
    Made me not like apartments anymore.
    Bend and Salt Lake City were good to me.
    Portland was not.
    The predictable happened
    And didn't happen.
    My parents split
    And I became ubiquitous.

    It is still a mystery to me
    Where the shards of me decided to fall.
    As I grow up, I pick up some more.

    I found my favorites in music
    And in my best friend.
    I found one in drawing and colors,
    One in language,
    And one in exploring.
    I am from discovering.

    I come from the Cranberries,
    From Edie Brickell and the Beatles,
    From Nat King Cole and Lynyrd Skynyrd,
    Radiating from old boom boxes and car radios,
    Singing my name.
    I come from a diet of pine needles and pill bugs,
    From lonely days in the dirt,
    And from bees that wish I could play somewhere else.

    I come from curiosity,
    And the belief that things work out.
    The place I am from is not a place
    And the person I come from is not a person,
    And in fact I come from nobody.
    I come from nobody and nowhere
    And yet I stand here talking to you.
    I am from…
    Where did I come from?
    And where am I going?
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