it's the olives in me

we like

to tell people we're part

this or that.

prideful

of our ethnicity.

it's the Italian

in me,

the Greek,

or the Hispanic

blood

making me cook

or think

the way i do.

it's the salsa in

me,

the rigatonis,

the olives

from some ancient

tree.

turn the music up.

where are my canastas?

my Bocchi ball,

my burrow from

Santorini.

watch me dance,

today i'm Zorba

the Greek.