by Patricia Tuzzolino
inspired by Mari Aviles’ demo-lesson
I am from stereotypical game shows,
from the Price is Right in the morning and Wheel of Fortune at night.
I am from the flat, green fields of my grandparent’s 100 year old home.
I am from the cardinals chirping at daylight,
the citrus- honey scent of magnolias outside my window.
I am from the Brut aftershave Powpa would wear,
from green eyes that sometimes look blue.
I am from the short tempered attitudes and dramatic eyerolls.
From “don’t let the wampus cat get you” to “I love you a bushel and a peck”
the sweet southern slang heard around the house.
I am from Gene Autry playing in the background,
from the Grand Ole Oprey on Saturday nights.
I am from hefty, homemade, southern food,
from eggs and grits to fried chicken.
I am from Village Inn on Sunday mornings after church,
the banana creme pie still in the fridge.
I am from long talks after a hard day,
from ice cream sandwiches to make the pain go away.
I am from massive hugs after major moments.
I am from love,
the “I’ll love you no matter what.”