Julisa Munoz-Silva

I am from tree swings

fron Vicks Vaporrub and Heelys

I am from the attic room windows,

small, squared, vibrant light shining through

I am from cucumbers freshly picked from my dad's vegetable garden

I am from Quinceaneras and dark long hair

from Julio and Gabriela

I'm from trips to Mexico in the month of December

and noisy loteria games during family gatherings

I'm from ask your mom to ask your dad and que dios te acompane

I'm from las posadas

I'm from the Golden State and Mexican Bracero workers

Birria and Tacos

From when apa burried his phone with my lifeless goat

So I could call and never forget Oreo

Boxes of photos

Stored in my mother's closet

Memories meant for recollecting life, culture, and emotions