If The President Asks About My Heritage
Tell him a six-month membership at Ancestry dot com
connects me to Vice President Dallas &
Signer John Hart of New Jersey—tell him
these men make me a Daughter of the Revolution.
Tell him what daughters do. Tell him about the revolution.
Tell him DNA tests tie me to Eleanor of Aquitaine.
But what is 1/512 of anything?
I am dishes piled in the sink
the red ring at the toilet’s water line
ungraded papers stacked on a desk.
I’m pens without ink, forks without knives,
a pink Chuck Taylor looking for its match.
Three fingers of whiskey, six lilies
the color of hickeys, half a baby.
I’m T.S. Eliot’s footnotes, tweezers
a boot on the neck, a bite of the tongue
the dullest of daggers.
Saliva tests all come back the same:
Water and blood, breath and bone
a forgotten garden overgrown with blame
part song part sky part snake.
Marissa Glover is a teacher and writer who shares her thoughts more than necessary, which she considers a form of charitable giving. If it counted as a tax deduction, she’d be rich. Currently the Managing Editor for Orange Blossom Review and the Poetry Editor at Barren Press, Marissa was recently nominated for a Pushcart Prize by The Lascaux Review for her poem “Some Things Are Decided Before You Are Born.” Marissa’s poetry has appeared in Stoneboat Literary Journal, After the Pause, Amaryllis, and War, Literature & the Arts, among others, but her best work has always been on her parents’ refrigerator. Follow her on Twitter @_MarissaGlover_.