Where We’re From: Moos Edition

I’m from a piece of pie
and strawberries
from cake
and turkey
I’m from Texas
and hiding behind the dryer
I’m from mom’s stomach
and I know you are,
but what am I?

I’m from dirty laundry
and dirty feet
I’m from the trees beyond
the forest that
can hold 300 years
I’m from the snow fight
that really hurts
and from the snow angels
I’m from the Riverside mall
and from the know-it-alls
and the do-it-alls

I’m from Ohio
and tacos
from air freshener
and Abuela Blanca
I’m from Chicago
and my brother’s horrible cologne
from Samantha
and Puerto Rico
I’m from tamales
and Mexico
from Ham
and the smell of tacos

I’m from Chicago
and
I’m from New York
and loca loca
and
I’m from Big Max’s Belly

I’m from arroz con leche
and Norma
I’m from the smell of chocolate pancakes
from Chicago and Mexico

I’m from Nebraska
and Belkis
I’m from the smell of perfume
and Mars
I’m from Jackie
and Do your homework
I’m from pizza
and Clorox

I’m from rice and beans, chicken
and Puerto Rico
from Lissette and Luis
and Chicago
I’m from strawberries
and fresh food
from laundry
and pizza

I’m from tamales
and Mexico
from smells like roses
and Chicago, Illinois
I’m from tacos
and Chicago, Illinois
from smells like wind
and Mexico

I’m from enchiladas
and Puerto Rico
from the smell of strawberries
and Alabama
I’m from Mexico
and fresh food
from nachos
and tamales