I am from the number three,
from hand-carved toy chests and knots of computer cables.
I am from the sunrise mountain views, early, saturated, February mornings.
I am from pink roses and lavender and lilacs.
Im from holiday gatherings and songs as our stories,
from grandparents and cousins,
from short tempers and stubbornness.
I am from Naomi Beth and good morning princess,
from “will you own your story or will your story own you?”
The village of Agua Fria, Passover lamb and Carne Adova.
From collections of family photos,
The Downtown Wedding.
July 3rds afternoon, 1999
Brian and Elena say I do.