Page 95 - North Star Magazine 2022
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I am from the dinner table.
The uncomfortable questions and family gossip. The secret slips and magic tricks.
I
am from the walls.
Paper-thin
Too thin to hold in the laughter we all had.
So thin that you can hear a pin drop as if it were a hollow tin.
I am from my genetics
As I am to my generic last name.
So generic that I can go to Mexico holding up my I.D. and call everyone my cousin and be like
“wassup primo”
And they would say it back.
I am truly from everywhere I have been. I am from here, there, and everywhere Yet nowhere at all.
From the ground underneath.
The ocean in between
To the sky and sun’s beams.
