I am from non-stop Dance Moms reruns
from Borax for slime, and Dustbusters for cleaning
from the weird house behind the Temple
That odor caused by the sewage blockage
The previous owner left for us to deal with.
I am from the dead flower in my dance room,
that my mom got for her birthday in September.
The red roses
whose long gone hurtful thorns
as if they were my own.
I’m from fiery, red hair and creative, sports freaks
From my grandma, the previous world record holder for most amount of Converse sneakers
And my cousin who eats, sleeps, and breathes Harry Potter and Broadway shows.
I’m from nail-biters and thumb-suckers
and from never waiting for everyone
to get settled
before the dinner feast begins.
I’m from oh my god, your hair is gorgeous, and we’re moving you’ll make friends, don’t worry
and Nobody’s perfect, you live and you learn it.
I’m from Disney World every Sukkot break
Leaving school early to catch the flight.
I’m from Rockville, Maryland, and Orlando, Florida,
Hamburger Helper and Sweet Brie cheese.
From the time that my uncles went to deliver their bar mitzvah invitations by hand
Made of tambourines my grandpa decorated.
The old wedding and bar mitzvah photo albums
kept on each family member’s coffee table
Open for anyone to read.
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