o fortuna
Amy Sorcielli
Most Sundays slipped through the bottom window
with just a few loose nails pulled from its hands.
They weren't poor like a loaf of bread,
but worn thin; dryer-socks clinging to the sides.
It would start with warm coffee,
and newspapers bad to good, spread across
the couch.
The room with guards and ropes, chains across
our mouths,
but listen to this.
She would whisper through it all.
listen to this.
Broken marriages, faded linen and toys;
dusty fingernails scratched across the wooden floor.
No one was listening to the bad days to come,
in spirited school hallways and stolen
prayers under the bed.
Everyone shot bullets from stone hands.
listen to this.
Louder here, and when the windows would
shake the smoke from her cigarette.
It was angry, then sad in the full way
words sound when they pile up on each other.
O Fortuna,
Velut luna.
The walls peeled its skin from the inside of every
room; the poor belief in what might come to be.
listen to this.
she would say.
Listen to how hopeful it sounds without
even trying.
Amy Soricelli has been published in numerous publications and anthologies including Remington Review, Corvus Review, The Westchester Review, Deadbeats, Long Island Quarterly, Voice of Eve, Thirty West, Yellow Arrow, Literati Magazine, The Muddy River Poetry Review, Pure Slush, Glimpse Poetry, Cider Press Review, That Plane is Not a Star (Dancing Girl Press/4/2024) Carmen Has no Umbrella but Went for Cigarettes Anyway (chapbook) Dancing Girl Press, October, 2021, Sail Me Away (chapbook) Dancing Girl Press, 2019. Nominated by Billy Collins for Aspen Words Emerging Writer's Fellowship 2019, Nominated for Pushcart Prize, 2021 and for Sundress Publications "Best of the Net" 2020, 2013. Recipient of the Grace C. Croff Poetry Award, Herbert H. Lehman College, 1975.