I am from

Reaching my hands all the way over from where I am sitting just to barge into a spectacular taco while beans and cheese drip down my hands

Drawing a bird I see outside my window and peculiarly picking out a color for the wings

Visiting my family in New York once a year and walking around smelling the grease-filled hotdog stands

Running swiftly trying to catch up to the ball that Coleton chucked to the moon as he warned me, “On your left!”

Covid life as I drink water and it spills on my mask and moisturizes my already sweaty mask

Waiting every second, minute, and hour until I get to see my friends

Waking up and clacking my keyboard’s soft keys

Pulling my mask down to smell the sweet soft air

Wearing a mask everyday and feeling my warm breath on my cheek

Wondering when Covid will finally end and I will be able to smell the salty ocean air

Getting the breath knocked out of me when I jump exponentially high on my trampoline

Waiting in line, 6ft apart for food that smell absolutely scrumptious 

This is where I am from