where I'm from,
by Zoe Kane
Rain drops rummage through rocks at night
the streets are glazed over
like soft serve dipped in syrup
Home is made up of drained faces
and tears so salty
it feels like you’re floating
and you are
from house to house
in the grey darkness
a little buzzed and a little horny
Searching for a person to kiss
at midnight
like it’s New Year's Eve
and it is
because everyday we start over
most of us grow slowly
but our roots are sturdy
because of the rain
that drives you mad
and under soft covers
Most memories are wrapped in white sheets
stained with red wine
and pink paint
that rubs off on our little legs
legs scarred and bruised
but they’ve been that way for years
we can’t tell anymore
or we don’t mind
We are used to the dull pain
it keeps us alive
something to focus on
something to breath into
using our frozen lungs
frosted over from months of winter
or fall or spring or summer
we can’t tell seasons apart
Where I’m from
everything blends together
