Thirty Going

on seventeen, I come from hearty straw. My grandpa wore a gallon hat. My grandma, like a shogun, bun and shawl. For their honeymoon, they went to the movies. No one knows what they saw. You arrive with licorice, cigarettes, the documentary on Woody Allen. Don’t feign a passion for his start in tv , or his clarinets, or Love and Death. Just skip to the Soon- Yi part.