DNA
I began forty percent unknown.
I've gradually grown north, and whiter.
Inside there's more Neanderthal than
Ashkenazi
or Lebanese.
My stories, tested, have folded into European winter.
The mix of
sister's skin and hair and eye
as much singular
in one color as in many.
Letting go
lifts up.
My hand,
grandmother,
still belongs in yours,
yours in mine.
I began forty percent unknown.
I've gradually grown north, and whiter.
Inside there's more Neanderthal than
Ashkenazi
or Lebanese.
My stories, tested, have folded into European winter.
The mix of
sister's skin and hair and eye
as much singular
in one color as in many.
Letting go
lifts up.
My hand,
grandmother,
still belongs in yours,
yours in mine.
