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I am From
Josh Oldham
I am from an unexpecting womb
I am from no father
I am from knowing only my instinct
I am from a miracle
I am from lamb chops and pickled tongue at my favorite Basque restaurant
I am from hours of playing Pac-Man in a bar, waiting to go home after dinner
I am from playing barefoot in the neighborhood on warm summer nights
I am from sleepovers that could go for days at a time
I am from soft kisses of a desperate mother
I am from love and sorrow shown and not shown
I am from a mother who couldn’t do what she knew to do
I am from thoughts that none should wander through or know at all
I am from stories not told to other children
I am from long nights alone, waiting for her to come home
I am from sleepless nights filled with the sob of a child
I am from homes with yards and homes with four doors and four wheels
I am from a man screaming through my mother
I am from a mother silently urging me to move on
I am from I am from a past that lingers