Oaktown by Rachel Brylawski

Oaktown

by Rachel Brylawski

I come from a city
of buckling sidewalks and
freeway underpasses
slashed through a shuttered history

I come from a city
of seething youth and
drive-by shootings

I come from a city
of mansion studded hills and
velvet plush theatres
domed in gold trimmed splendor

I come from a city
of shuffled paperwork and
state takeovers

I come from a city
of horse-necked cranes and
rusted railroad tracks
clanking past docks and housing projects

I come from a city
of backyard fireworks
and mural-brilliant libraries

I come from a city
of Buenos Días and
corner markets
crammed with ginseng and kimchi

I come from a city
I have only begun to know.