Where I’m From


I am from my old stuffed animals
From Pine Sol and Suavitel
I am from the bright orange house on the edge of a cul de sac
And from the pine trees in front of my house with their long, awkward limbs
I’m from the small lemon tree in the backyard
That never seems to grow
I’m from Christmas with my large family
I am from Heidi and Adriana and too many more to name
I’m from the late arrivals and early celebrations
From “Si hay ganas, hay maña”
I’m from jumbled beliefs and my parent’s solid faith
I’m from Tucson and from all over Mexico
I am from menudo and carne asada
From the uncontrollable laughter I shared
With my cousins when we were supposed to be asleep

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