poetry Dance to the Music
Dance to the Music
By Amy Soricelli
The Bronx is a radio from an open car window.
It fills your hair with bits of grass from that park where
the kids used to leave beer cans and crack pipes.
Now it's service dogs with little jackets.
They have human names and sleep with their paws
under their chins.
It wasn't always that.
Before I was in high school the Bronx was one flat
shade of beige. It was watered-down lunch on paper plates.
It was broken textbook spines and nasty margin notes.
The Bronx was what you remembered when the dentist
said open wide and only fear was left on your tongue.
That was mostly how it was.
Some summer nights the Bronx was a garbage-can fire
and someone's uncle calling 'hey flaca' from his broken
stoop across the street.
Some summer days the Bronx was one long whistle
from Hector when someone brought around a new bike.
But the Bronx will always be a random gunshot and
Sly and the Family Stone from the front seat.
It will always be that.
Amy Soricelli has been published in numerous publications and anthologies including Remington Review, The Westchester Review, Deadbeats, Long Island Quarterly, Literati Magazine, The Muddy River Poetry Review, Pure Slush, The Bronx Magazine, Rumblefish Quarterly, Glimpse Poetry Magazine; Carmen has No Umbrella but Went for Cigarettes Anyway, Dancing Girl Press 9/2021; and Sail Me Away, Dancing Girl Press, 10/2019. Nominations: Pushcart Prize, 2021, "Best of the Net" 2020, 2013. Nominated by Billy Collins for Aspen Words Emerging Writer's Fellowship/2019, Grace C. Croff Poetry Award, Herbert H Lehman College, 1975.