I am from the mix of cookie and 

Brownie, the blondie. 

The crisp, slightly smushy top

That breaks as I hold it 

And implodes as

It nears my mouth,

And when biting down,

feeling the gooey mixture of chocolate

And blondie on my tongue.

This is where I’m from

I am from dinners, my mom

making a recipe she hasn’t made weekly,

a new taste always Much

like another, the new food 

I know I haven’t eaten

Swallowed as something

I eat every week.

This is where I’m from

I am from the downstairs, 

Entering through the bright orange Door,

 seeing the sign saying not to eat food Down here,

 the time playing Battle Front 

On The beanbag that seems to be slowly eating me

The soft exterior that I lower into,

Eventually resting in a comfortable position that 

Is almost the same as if I were sitting in

The soft chair that may have the power

To fully consume me. 

This is where I’m from

I am from changing habits

To reduce waste, not buying

LaCroix Spindrift, using bottles

to buy olive oil in bulk. Picking

up trash on the street and 

Going to beach cleanups.

Feeling that accomplished feeling

When you help save

The earth

This is where I’m from

I am from playing mtg online, 

Going to online school and eating large 

Quantities of sourdough. I am from the Zoom 

Meeting with family and the online dinner 

parties with friends. 

Where I’m from is where I am.