I am made of...
PATRICIA PIERCE
I am made of allergies, antibodies, and Alaska love,
Bones, blood, and beefsteak tomatoes
Cells crammed with contentment and chocolate chip cookies,
DNA, dreams of writing, and deep discourse.
I am made of energy, eggs laid by chickens, and Eastern Europe,
Fractures, faults, and faith,
Genes from the Glenn’s, Grandma May, and garage sale gems,
Hair that’s graying, handwritten history, and hugs.
I am made of inoculations, intimacy, and international travel,
Joints, joy, and Joe-Joe,
Kane’s, curves, and corn on the cob,
Ligaments, love, and loud laughter.
I am made of muscle, moving frequently, and my Mom.
Nails painted dark red, knees with scars, and Northeast Ohio,
Organs internal, old pictures, and a news show Outnumbered,
Plasma, prayers, and post cards.
I am made of quantum, quietness, and queens,
Ribs that are bruised, relationships, and road trips,
Salt, sentiment, and shopping,
Tears, toes chewed on nervously, and Tommie.
I am made of UV rays, and universal uniqueness,
Veins, vanity, and vegetables,
Water and waves of relatives,
X-rays, exploration, and excitement.
I am made of youth, years, and y’all.
I am made of zany zeal, and Zion.