I am from stethoscopes.
from Purell and Kimberly-Clark powder gloves.
I am from the constant beeping of heart rate monitors.
I am from a brick building
the artistic heart of a city.
I am from writing
I am from ADHD
and a General Anxiety Disorder.
I am from evenings spent watching Yankees baseball
I’m from the West Village,
Hudson Street Bagels and arroz con pollo from the bodega .
From the poverty my father, Michael, grew up with,
and the worry from my mother.
I am from our home in New York City.