Yellow
The day after fashion designer Gianni Versace
was found murdered in Miami,
I rushed to the thrift shop on Milan’s Via Cavour
to retrieve the bright yellow cashmere jacket
I had consigned. I wanted to keep a memento
of Versace’s talent, of my fleeting fling with fashion.
Today when I wear that jacket on the streets
of Manhattan, people wave and yell out.
It makes them smile.
Reprinted with author's permission from We Became Summer (NYQ Books)
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Amy Barone’s latest poetry collection, We Became Summer (New York Quarterly Books), was released in 2018. She has also published two chapbooks, Kamikaze Dance (Finishing Line Press) and Views from the Driveway (Foothills Publishing), and is an active member of both PEN America and the Brevitas forum for short poetry. Her poetry appears in Paterson Literary Review, Philadelphia Poets, Sensitive Skin, and Standpoint (UK), among other publications. Haling from Bryn Mawr, Pennsylvania, she now hangs her yellow Versace jacket in New York City.
always loved this poem
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