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Where I’m From

Drew Sato Poetry

I am from Double Stuf Oreos, from Swiffer. 
I am from the currently ceilingless bathroom, 
warm and desolate. 

The sound of Mom cleaning fills the air. 
I am from the dahlia and maple,
the leaves bury the ground in shades of orange and yellow.

 I am from sitting around and doing nothing
and fiercely independent women. 
From Dennis and William and Kai.

 I am from the extremely competitive
at Monopoly and hilariousness. 
From You Are My Sunshine and do it yourself.

 I am from the Lord is my shepherd;
I shall not want. 
I am from the now shut down 
Group Health and Alaskan natives 
and Japanese, the cheesy potatoes and pecan pie.

From Kim asking if I was a hugger and when I nodded, 
she threw her arms around me 
in the best hug I had ever had 

and Mom says go fix it yourself 
and that being the most important life advice to date.
 I am from Chelan, pictures smacked all over my bedroom wall,
 leis made from cash, 

Christmas decorations kept up all year, 
and no question if I enjoy baking.






About Drew Sato
Drew Sato is an alumni of Bellevue College who is currently attending Western Washington University. She is majoring in Human Services and hopes to fulfill her dreams of helping those in her community.

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