Where are you from?

I used to be from letters and phone calls
Now I am mostly from keyboards,
Missed weddings,
Green customs declaration forms.

I am a pendulum
Swinging in 6-hour intervals.
On my two-dial watch
My future is my past is my future again.

Mine is the language of postcards and luggage tags,
Of apple pies and roasted pepper spreads.

I live on the Avenue of Mispronunciation,
I am Huckleberry Finn
Written in Cyrillic.

Natasha Garrett writes poetry and personal essays, and occasionally translates. Originally from Macedonia, she lives in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, and works at La Roche College. Her work has been published in Mothers Always Write, Transnational Literature, Gravel, Arts & Letters and The Christian Century.

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