I sprinkle chaat masala on most dishes now.
Craving travel and adventure, I shun bland herbs
and embark on excursions that begin and end in the kitchen.
When I miss lulling train rides, I indulge in chamomile tea
as I shave ginger onto stir fries and eggs.
On holidays, in a nod to Mediterranean roots, I ration scoops
of white truffle oil for fresh pasta, relishing the pungent tang.
I cool my tongue with anise seeds, pour a bitter digestivo over ice
whenever the jolt from turmeric and serrano assaults.
As the urge to journey heats up, I play Motown sounds and move
to upbeat tunes as I edit the list of places I long to savor.
About the Author
Amy Barone’s latest poetry collection, We Became Summer, from New York Quarterly Books, was released in 2018. She wrote chapbooks Kamikaze Dance (Finishing Line Press) and Views from the Driveway (Foothills Publishing.) Barone’s poetry has appeared in New Verse News, Paterson Literary Review, Sensitive Skin, and Standpoint (UK), among other publications. She belongs to the Poetry Society of America and the brevitas online poetry community. From Bryn Mawr, Pennsylvania, she lives in New York City.