I am from the colorful paintings,
from Legos and foam swords.
I am from the spacious rooms,
and cookie scents.
I am from the tops of trees,
The towering oak,
whose branches I remember as if they were my own.
I’m from reunions and road trips,
from Dian and Paul.
I’m from fishing trips and meat cookouts,
and hunting.
I’m from booger monsters and fairy tales,
and from the brush your teeth song.
I’m from Docs on Saturdays
I’m from Redwood City, California.
I am from venison wrapped in bacon and jerky.
I am from the countless deer skulls,
lining the walls,
of my room.