That moment when you look in your closet
For the only green shirt you own and even
Consider wearing all red and hoping to run into someone
Colorblind. That daft hope that someone, anyone
Will say, “Top of the morning to you!” just
So you can reply, “And the rest of the day to you!”
That memory of being able to wear a green sweater
To school instead of the uniform cranberry, because
Irish Americans are exactly that weird and yes, we did
Go to Catholic school. That craving for corned beef,
With or without the cabbage and Guinness. That dread
Of someone spelling it St. Patty’s as if the bishop was
Named Patricia. That memory of the one single time
You ever drank green beer, and that quizzical look
People give you when you have a Polish last name.
Illustration by Sandra Boynton.