Where I’m From

I’m from a place that remains unknown.

From the dangerous,

dynamite explodes so close to

where my brain is.

Where violence

radiates across the plate;

I touched the edge of neglect

and taken away by the state

8 months before my birthday cake;

this curse is fake;

these nerves they shake

the curved surface like an earthquake.

I’m from a place

that you will never smell.

My mom’s forever in jail.

Clovers are clever but stale.

I’m from a place where the older

always know that you fail

not to open your heart,

because you opened a realm

that’s full of monsters and creatures;

filled with piled promises.

No time for old families

with filed adoptions.

—Chris Sherts

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