I’m from cuts and bruises--
created by mistakes.
From finding rice in my shoes--
after going to Rocky Horror.
I’m from the late nights--
rolling into early mornings.

I’m from migraines and fevers--
a commonplace in my childhood.
From I Love Lucy! re-runs--
reciting vitameatavegamin.
I’m from silence amidst card games--
my parents eyeing the scab--
“It’ll scar worse if you scratch like that.”
“Good.”
From dancing the tango at recess--
reciting RENT with my best friend--
crying over a man I would never meet.
I’m from Heathers--
which proved that it’s darkest just before the dawn.
From broken earbuds--
drowning out negativity.

I’m from endless train rides--
to Chicago with SJ.
From car rides--
with my mom.
I’m from the sunrise--
when I would fall asleep.