Where I’m From

By on Aug 17, 2015 in Poetry

Carnival with woman in dress

A blood orange sun told me not to stay.
Ears and heart outstretched, I’d bow to its
splendor until it dropped from the horizon.

Born to be Wild screeched from huge
speakers at the church carnival,
where we hid behind big trees

with former altar boys, tantalizing our younger
sisters still afraid of the dark, who dressed in
Danskin short sets. Our bachelor neighbor next

door neighbor lived with his married sister.
A staid accountant at the electric company
by day, on Saturday nights he would stumble

home, cutting through the neatly trimmed
hedges, blood running down his face.
But my fear of booze didn’t last.

I sipped Tequila Sunrises and Sloe Gin Fizzes
while listening to Supa Philly, wrapped in my
mother’s Von Furstenberg dress. Men thought

I was way older than seventeen. See, good
Catholic girls knew how to laugh and drink and dance
The tree tops caught our secrets and remained mum.

About

Amy Barone’s latest poetry collection, We Became Summer, from New York Quarterly Books, was released in early 2018. She wrote chapbooks Kamikaze Dance (Finishing Line Press) and Views from the Driveway (Foothills Publishing.) Barone’s poetry appears in Café Review, Paterson Literary Review, Sensitive Skin, and Standpoint (UK.) She lives in New York City. Twitter: AmyBBarone