Where I’m From

I'm from city lights and skyscrapers
from "Can I have five cents?"
and "Buy the finest on the street" Prada vendors
From the yellow cars whizzing by...
the "I'm going to Milton"
"I'm going to Andover"
I'm from the Jekyll & Hide lovers at twenty
and Stuy Town night prowlers
I'm from the 92Y
From the gossipers and the loners
the Central Park wanderers
the endless train riders
the curfew breakers and always grounded crew
From interpretation through movement
I'm from the sewers, the grit and the smell of fresh paint
I'm from the wise man that nurtures me
until he is no longer fit to nurture himself
From the big hearted grandma
from the poets
and the writers
the actors
and the biters
I'm from dreams and thoughts
the maze of curiosity
from the comeback kid and "Third strike, you're out!"
I'm from the labrynith of the warped: NYC

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