“So where do you come from, anyway?”
E. Fleischman
There is a reason i want to know.
I’ll tell you where i come from,
but my question to you remains;
I want you to tell me the whole story
of how you came to be here now.
Stream: where do you come from?
Let’s take off our shoes.
Your toes, my toes contained in silt from somewhere we’ve never been.
Do i want to tell you the whole story
of how i came to be here now?
If only we could give one memory completely
to one another, wouldn’t that explain everything?
We’d go running out over the hills,
honking like wild geese, lifting one another into the air,
rolling down into the grass,
full of breath and blood.
It doesn’t matter where this blood was'
it is comfortable under my weight and comfortable weight on me.
We balance on the crest of a wave.
We move forward though our bodies
are still, as if waiting for proof.
So, where do you come from, anyway?
