i drink
too much italian wine so
you can go to the gym.
it’s how you cope. you tell me.
you are capable of drinking too much too.
thank god you are who you are adriana.
a giver. a caretaker. that you self-sacrifice
the way zio sacrifices a sheep or two after 50 years
of shepherding. zio you never complain.
i pay $180 for 45 minutes to complain.
i wish i was raised in your
mountain southern italian village
where drinking wine
preparing every meal with what you forage
wild italian greens in your front yard
oranges so orange i almost believe they are not real.
i want out. of this american culture.
where guilt and shame start my day.
