name
i don't know who i am
this is not a lament
no ideological
finding of myself
no adolescent quest
just
that i don't know
my name
the first remains
it is still tara
of ireland
of scarlet
of earth
of my mother
but the last is lost
in birthright traded
in dead weddings
and eternal love
przybille is deep rooted
with my father
with old europe
with poland long ago
with my birth
heater is tied to me
by umbilical cords
by a distant thought
by pain and aching
by the casualties of war
holland carries memories
of american mind
of my sister's new land
of lies and liars
of pen and parchment
bradley beats inside me
my life blood
my salvation from the world
my beloved chosen
my nuevo nombre, my fuerte hombre
all are me and i am all
to claim one is to deny another
if i cut me off from myself
i still won't know who
i am
daughter wife and mother







