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.