I Love you, Montana

 

for giving me my great-grandpa, Henry Price.

For sending his Blackfoot self here to Kentucky

to finally marry the love of his life,

my Jewish great-grandma, Mary Fisher.

 

I love you for Froid.

For the people who embrace

someone like mechanic 

Roberto Orozco-Ramirez

as their own.

 

I love you for the contradiction

of pure humanity that you are—

Seeing how someone is not just

exactly like you in skin and tone,

but so alike in heart.

 

You are my home.