I was made of discarded peach pits that fall along the sides of garbage cans at gas stations,
made up of crying on the front door steps when I was 9 because my brother wasn't on the bus with me,
made up of the same swampy goo that creates the bogs and swamps and marshes I hope to spend the rest of my life,
made up or every **** moment I remember sleeping and waking up at 3 am and wondering why god.