We let ourselves get away...

i am from a gravel-like road named after my grandmother. im from peanut butter coookie dough and home-made honey mustard.

im from the broken trailer that you made home, from the cinder block stairs, and only one carpetted room. im from propane heaters, a bottomless back porch, and cats on top of a ten roof top.

i am from magnolias, dandy lions, and the red clay hill. im from weeping willows, mimosa trees, and pine cone wars with my siblings.

im from christmastime fudge and bad eyes. im from big appetites and really short temperss. im from kimbrel's and phillips's. im from scott's and edges. im from patterson's and isbell's.

i am from superstitous, wrestling watching, couch potatoes. im from mud riding fishermen and watermelon eating yard sitters.

im from no cats in the house and dont climb in that tree. im from no open umbrellas in the house and hosing off all the mud before coming inside.

i am from sunday school grama and church going eaters.

im from the heartland and bessemer carroway. im from germany and ireland. im from mothers meatloaf and grannys spaghetti.

i am from "if i was that tree i would have moved!"

im from pictures lining halls of grandparents houses. im from home videos and slides.

i am from where i love to be from. i could never ask for more.

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