Unmappable
I am from meatballs
simmering on Grandma Kate’s stove.
From octopus, fried,
and artichokes, steamed
The sizzle of garlic accompaniment
to Scap’s silly songs.
From walks in the woods
and hours in Grumpy’s workshop.
From moving vans,
and pulled up roots,
a baloon adrift on the wind.
I am from
everywhere and nowhere.
I am from my people:
my family,
my friends,
my love,
I am home.
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