Where I'm From

I am from calphalon pots,
from garlic and schnitzel.
I am from decks of playing cards,
suits and colors swirling around a cousin’s dining room table.
I am from the pergola,
draped in its own fruit.

I’m from worn pajamas, 

and a worn blue shirt smelling of cut grass.
I am from Sinatra and McCartney
from Seinfeld and Chanel perfume.
I’m from shared holidays,
and whatta-you-gunna-do’s?

I’m from Tuccio’s and America’s Market,
calamari and nostalgia.
From the stories told,
to the books that could have been written.

I’m from dimes,

found on the hard ground,
the grass, the car seat, the suitcase.
I am from the past,
who send their love and their dimes.