Piece A: Where I'm From
June 17, 2018
New York City
Where I'm From
I'm from saguaro cactus,
from the prickly pear I scurried past
on my way home from the bus stop.
I'm from digging holes in the backyard,
from ground so hard and dry
I had to drown it to make it yield.
I'm from white rice, from egg noodle soup,
from dim sum and barbeque pork buns.
I'm from tacos, from chorizo,
from horchata and limonada.
I'm from the jobs my father worked
to put himself through college.
I'm from the English my mother learned
to get along in a new country.
I'm from perms, from scrunchies,
from Mommy brushing my hair too hard.
I'm from day trips to the White Mountains
to play in the snow, then driving back
to the desert heat by evening.
I'm from sheet music, from music stands,
from Mommy's piano in the sitting room.
I'm from singing along to the Bee Gees with Daddy in the car.
I'm from piano lessons, from music competitions,
from recitals at the mall.
I'm from stuffing my flute case into my backpack for school
then carrying it home again.
I'm from books, from stacks of papers,
from students' handwritten thank you notes.
I'm from Saturday mornings at the library
and Saturday afternoons reading
on the living room couch.
I'm from Nancy Drew and Anne of Green Gables
and Encyclopedia Brown and Meet Felicity.
I'm from stealing paperback romance novels from my mom
and John Grisham thrillers from my dad.
I'm from reading to my sister on the bottom bunk after bedtime,
huddled together, a cocoon
of blankets and words and love.
New York City
Where I'm From
I'm from saguaro cactus,
from the prickly pear I scurried past
on my way home from the bus stop.
I'm from digging holes in the backyard,
from ground so hard and dry
I had to drown it to make it yield.
I'm from white rice, from egg noodle soup,
from dim sum and barbeque pork buns.
I'm from tacos, from chorizo,
from horchata and limonada.
I'm from the jobs my father worked
to put himself through college.
I'm from the English my mother learned
to get along in a new country.
I'm from perms, from scrunchies,
from Mommy brushing my hair too hard.
I'm from day trips to the White Mountains
to play in the snow, then driving back
to the desert heat by evening.
I'm from sheet music, from music stands,
from Mommy's piano in the sitting room.
I'm from singing along to the Bee Gees with Daddy in the car.
I'm from piano lessons, from music competitions,
from recitals at the mall.
I'm from stuffing my flute case into my backpack for school
then carrying it home again.
I'm from books, from stacks of papers,
from students' handwritten thank you notes.
I'm from Saturday mornings at the library
and Saturday afternoons reading
on the living room couch.
I'm from Nancy Drew and Anne of Green Gables
and Encyclopedia Brown and Meet Felicity.
I'm from stealing paperback romance novels from my mom
and John Grisham thrillers from my dad.
I'm from reading to my sister on the bottom bunk after bedtime,
huddled together, a cocoon
of blankets and words and love.