Thursday, March 24, 2011

Poetry from Nathan


Where I'm From
By Nathan Tagg

I am from kim-chi
From tasty subway deli-man-ju,
Processed milk shakes and
Bul-go-gi

I am from my card that I carried around in my wallet,
Which said who I was and where I was from.
From my trip to the other side.
I am from my first video games
My terrible first skateboard,
My dach-chi collection, which grew and grew with each victory
And from putting 100 won pieces in gumball machines,
As if they were quarters.
(Which was illegal)

I am from the military bases,
From the buildings that were once bomb shelters,
From the south of the boarder,
From the thirty eighth.
The cement step with the word “blessed”,
Permanently engraved in it.
I am from the great and terrible hill that,
Was climbed to get to church,
Every Sunday and Wednesday.
I am from the purple skies,
 The fourth largest city in the world,
The massive amounts of traffic.
The intersection of death.
The grammatically incorrect signs.
The misuse of ingurish
I am from Mr. O
I am from god
I am from Mister Kim
The underfunded school teachers
From troy

I am from “Everything will be over eventually”
From
“Pennies don’t really matter here”
And from
“The small choices you make will affect you forever”
From
“The door of fate swings on small hinges”
And from
“Will you run down the street and buy some milk?”



with our friend Buddha

1 comment:

  1. Nathan wrote this poem this week. It has many references to when we used to live in Korea 2005-2007

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