I am from Western Family and Pamida.
I am form the two-bedroom apartment
(Small, hard to move around in).
I am from the juniper bush, the pine trees.

I am from tortillas and black hair,
from Joseph and Maggie.
I am from the loud-laughers and creativeness,
from behave and be quiet.
I am from the little children’s Bible
with the picture of David and Goliath.

I’m from Montana,
rice and beans,
from the dentures of my grandfather
falling out of his mouth,
from the trip my grandmother took to Ecuador.

I am from the old oak chest
put in a cold storage shed,
waiting for a safe place.