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