Where I'm From
I am from a pallet
From paint and water
I am from the two story olive green house on the corner of Mexican and American
I am from the giant agave
The great agave, growing bigger with age
Whose long lost its flower
I am from Limón and Sentíes
From Patsy and Raquel
I am from eating lemons and baseball
And from big humble brown eyes
I am from "Gabriela clean up!" And "¿Que haces tonta?"
And from CriCri el grillito cantor on Saturday mornings
I am from sleeping for days
I am from Laredo and Cosamaloapan
Mondongo and lengua
From the time my tio was drunkinly dancing with cacti
I am from the big brilliant smiles that will forever stay in my heart
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