I am from the scones my mom makes on cold,
I am my dad’s impossible ideas that he makes real though sculpting.
I am the
old SoHo loft that I have lived in all
From the stickers on my wall, the comics on my shelf taped together because they have been around too long. The wrinkled, torn couch in my living room,
sagging toward the center as a result of
days gone bye.
I am from the guys who hang out on my block, greeting me since I was
I am the honking of cars lulling me to sleep,
as they fight to get into the tunnel.
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