Death or Monument

My parents aren't sure which valley I was conceived in. Its either Death Valley or Monument Valley. They went there the year before I was born, just the two of them. There's a photo of the breakfast the morning after, taken with the self-timer. In it, they look like a couple. I rarely ever saw them like that.

They told me about America before I had ever seen it. The rodeo, the roads, the big promise. One day, the three of us would travel through the valley together. But that never happened. Between 2023 and 2026, I set out on my own, to a country, in search of itself.

"Is a dream a lie if it don't come true?"