Where Am I?

By Elisabeth Hynes

I am from told stories, and sage.
I’m from Dunkin donut bags 
From late night fights
and Friday night traditions 
From chili and pierogies 

Where I’m from is my mother’s necklace 
and Pop pop’s ring.
Scoliosis bars turned coat rack
Where I’m from is Jack’s lap
And late-night snacks

I’m from illegal fireworks
Neighborhood hot boxers
Faint smells of weed
And hints of cinnamon and lavender 
And fresh flowers