I am from small town manners and big city dreams.
I am from tater tot casseroles and bun thit nuong.
I am from love and distrust.
I am from an attic bedroom and a basement home.
I am from one cup of milk a day and never eating bread again.
I am from the smell of ripe concord grapes and hot summer sidewalks.
I am from Kmart shopping and vintage stores.
I am from Iva Lee and Ira Gail, Thelma and the man who beat her.
I am from loving too much and fear of being loved.
