Where I’m From

I am from a one-stoplight town. 

I am from cornfields and watermelon smiles. 

I am from the backstretches of racetracks,

now long gone. 

I am from dusty barns and horse kisses. 

I am from the backseat of trucks and tractors. 

I am from peanut butter sandwiches for lunch,

and champagne glass dinners. 

I am made of suitcases and colored pencils. 

I am made of old books and hourglasses. 

I am made of long nights with the radio turned up, 

and early morning coffee cups. 

I am,

 50% hard work

30% writer

15% dreamer

5% gas station candy

Where i’m from has made me who I am.

Where I’m going has yet to be decided.