I am from paper plates
from Play-Doh and Prometheus
I am from the deer eating apples
(Seemingly calm yet poised to run)
I am from the geode
that hides its beauty beneath a sturdy exterior
I’m from Tostones and colored eyes,
from Terri and Eduardo
I’m from the ask your mothers and manana, mananas,
From don’t let them see you cry
and I will love you no matter what.
I’m from my HP
who is kind and understanding yet stern
I’m from Fontana, Cuba, Africa, Italy
Espresso and pot pie.
From my sister whose DNA will never match
The endless patience of my mother.
On the fridge is a magnet
of a boy in a soccer jersey
But look a little closer and you’ll see
It’s not a boy, but me.
And at night as I toss and turn
I am soothed by the jingle jangle
of bronze and silver medals
From a time when things were simpler
Just wind, breath, feet, and Tartan