I have a grasp on things that don’t matter And a Vague understanding
Of the things that do.
I have learned how to make different foods
From all different people.
I rolled my first burrito
Under the eyes of a short Honduran man
Who loved strip clubs and Wendy’s.
He was the first one to tell me
I started to get a bit of a belly
I received a blade and an old recipe
On the same day, from my grandmother
Which is one of those storybook moments
That rarely happens in real life
I cut lawns
When I was 15
And I was very
Bad at it
There have been many teachers
I have looked up to
I have greatly disliked
I model after both equally
I have fallen in love
More times than I can count
Most of them came to nothing
I have seen a Buddhist monk
Using a Chainsaw
I have driven a pickup truck
“Girls Just Wanna Have Fun”
I have sung on stages
And talked competitively
But my first love was acting.
I have forced myself to learn instruments
When I have a tin ear
And clumsy hands
I used to drink Budweiser all the time
Because it was cheap and convenient.
I have tried all the drugs I wanted to
And the only one I am addicted to
When I was little
I was obsessed with loops
On the backs of people’s shoes
I have read Harry Potter more times
Than I can count.
I make a mean margarita
And a meaner guacamole
I wish I could speak Spanish.
I wish I had spent more time with my grandfathers.
I wish I had met my moms mother.
But I have her music.
The first time I heard it
I openly wept.
Can you miss someone you’ve never met?
I prefer cold weather
But I love wearing shorts and flip flops.