I am from unpacked boxes
Kroger branded drunkenness
Chinese takeout
the smell of dry wall.

I am the sinner with ink-stained hands
Singing loudly
in the chipping church pews
a poet’s words billowing up in smoke.

I am from all different types of roads
nomadic, unsettling
the blur of trees flying across the window
look the same in every state.

I am from the other town,
paint peeling
on an unfamiliar wall
an unfamiliar face.