Yo soy de a cup of coffee
De cheerios y lunchbags
Yo soy del ikea furniture y the smell of my dog
Yo soy de flowers from the farmers market in a vase,
el 'arbol de mantequilla de cachuate'
Whose long limbs I remember
As if they were my own.
Soy de Sunday night dinners y Friday night games
De Grandma Gloria y Cousin James
Yo soy de American Football y dessert fights that I always lost
Y de fake names and stupid jokes
Yo soy de "it's time to get up" y "clean your room"
y "You Are My Sunshine"
Soy de Christmas parties at Grandma's house
Soy de San Diego and Ireland, Macaroni, and lots of bread
De the divorce of my parents, how they knew it was best for my and my brother.
Picturas de reuniónes, bodas, y fiestas,
hung on every wall of each of my houses,
all reminding me that 3 parents, 5 siblings, and 17 cousins just means more love.
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