by Mel Sherrer
The first song I remember hearing
is Mariah Carey’s Fantasy.
I heard it the year it was released, late summer
in the backseat of my mother’s Monte Carlo.
The upholstery in the car smelled like
Piña Colada car-wash spray and leather oil.
I was daydreaming myself into the scene,
when Mariah declared that her boy was —
“walkin’ by every night, talkin’ sweet and lookin’ fine”
that boy was me.
Mel Sherrer (She/Her) is a poet and performer. She received her B.F.A. from Hollins University in Roanoke, Virginia, and her M.F.A. from Converse College in Spartanburg, South Carolina. Mel teaches and conducts Creative Writing and Performance Literature workshops. Her work is/will be featured in Storm Cellar, Variety Pack, Platform Review, SWWIM, Interim Poetics, Santa Fe Writer ‘s Project, The Racket Journal, Limp Wrist Magazine and others. She currently resides in Las Vegas, Nevada.
