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