I am from cards, from goldfish and rummy.
I am from “the white house.”
I am from the honeysuckles, the daisies.
I am from Sunday breakfast and dark hair, from Renee and Jenett and Halbert.
I am from the head strong and vocal.
From “you don’t need anyone but me” and “I love you.”
I am from no religion because we do not need one.
I’m from the hills and a family who never know when they’re too loud.
From the hitting and biting, the car ride, and the times in the creek.
I am from a little brown box.