Walked by the place where I first came to be And where my father was born thirty-four years before me It was named After the Holy Trinity Third generation heathen Born among the tireless sisters A late addition To a very fragile sum And now that I'm barely younger Than they were when they had me I let myself stop and wonder At the Holy Trinity I lost track of afternoons in books We were never allowed any pets Except for the turtles who died In their sad little tank And they would argue in restaurants Even after they finally called it quits Their hard-won cool burning up In a matter of seconds