These Days Always Lit

I’m from a place that smells of pine and sap.

I’m from a place that is called Columbia.

I’m from a small patch of woods behind my home.

I’m from a old trail in the back yard.

I’m from some sketchy ramps in the front.

I’m from making my brother go first on those sketchy ramps.

I’m from the halls of OLA and the mats of P.M.

I’m from the countryside but listen to rap.

I’m from not worrying to not caring.

I’m from eventful days and bike rides.

I’m from “I just can’t right now.”

I’m from the bad home cooking and the burnt chicken.

Thomas Keener

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