A Few Words About Summers Past
Somewhere in the sands of Coney Island
where we threw flip-flops at teenage boys who sang
Casper, the Friendly Ghost in tribute to my fair skin,
where the Cyclone trumped a cup of coffee
for Sunday morning pick-me-ups,
where young men turned young women upside down
to see what tumbled from pockets, bikinis, mouths,
is a set of keys to 624 11th Street, apartment 2.
Lara Frankena is a Midwesterner by birth and a Londoner by chance. Her poems have appeared in publications such as Poetry News, PEN International Magazine and Midwestern Gothic, as well as in anthologies and online.