My body and soul My future, present, and past Are all but little pieces assembled By a very large cast. I drink my coffee black because That’s how he taught me to drink it And I root against the ‘fins just ‘cause He gets angry when they lose (that’s childish, I’ll admit). I surround myself with plants like my mother did at home Just like her mother did, and my abuelita as well. I make sure I’ve got a zero before the decimal Because leaving it off makes my old boss yell. With Vega behind the bar and Nona at my side I fell in love with Tom Collins and he’s still my guy. I hum and dance as I move and that’s from mi papá. He was full of life and music; I miss him (now I might cry). When I cut the ends off a cucumber I rub the ends Against what’s left because that’s what mom always does. (Or maybe she did it once and it stayed with me.) At this point I’m not really sure. It could be “just ‘cause.” So many habits and things that I like Are a result of observations or a loving imitation Of the people that have played a role in my life. I thank them for all of it and offer this final ovation: I owe all the different colors and flavors of my life to you. Without you my personality, my life, would be boring and bland. My quirks, my patterns, even the things I hate, like, or love Make up my mosaic, and I think that’s just grand.