an “i am from…” poem

I am from a side street right off of ball square lined with multi-families. I am from cousins and uncles and aunts congregating at Nonna’s every Sunday. I am from red sauce and romano and iceberg lettuce drenched in red wine vinegar. I am from loud hellos and twenty conversations at once, stucco ceilings and couches lined with plastic. I am from the smell of baby powder and a wall of Elvis CDs, of antique plates and Grammy's costume jewelry.

I am from a moving truck to more trees and less multi-families. I am from fresh air and clear starred-skies. I am from my mom’s chocolate chip cookies my friends swear by. I am from pews and plays and laughter. I am from “be generous,” “don’t be flashy,” and“let it stay between us.” I am from my pa's determination, my mom's wide smile, my twin’s own side. I am from get sleep, notice the roses, just try.