Visual art by Yuli Kuan.
I come from funnies on the kitchen floor And haircuts where my feet don’t touch the ground Freshly shorn bobs I come from swear words and electric guitar The days where my mother’s hair was not the same as before Soft touchable shocking blue and ghostly white I come from little gold chains with little gold stars Long drives into a valley soaked in smoggy heat And diving into brightly wrapped present mountains I come from Twin Beds Dungeons and Dragons 20 sided die bouncing off our wooden table I come from hot pots and butcher blocks Bowls of steaming soups from cans, I made myself Chocolate birthday cake with oozing marshmallow fluff I come from twice the madness as a normal person I guess that would explain me now.