CHILDHOOD CAROUSING, Jessica Gleason

Childhood Carousing
by Jessica Gleason

The shelf near the window,
lined with white lunch bags—
each tied with a colorful
curled
ribbon,
tempts me more than
a vat full of hot
chocolate
or
a money bin
in which I could
swim.

For four dollars,
the rush of childhood
delight,
curiosity,
surprise
could be ripped out
of that crinkled
paper bag.

And for twenty dollars
the feeling
would last five times
as long.

Rushing home
to savor
the experience,
this time sans-
pigtails,
I devour
the paper
in several seconds
of clawed frenzy
to find
my sugared treasures.

And, really
I’m not interested in eating
them, just lost in the
revelry
of feeling
simple
and
sweet
and
innocent,
all for
the fair price
of twenty
dollars.

And while,
it quells my needs
emotionally.

Still, it doesn’t
reduce the sting
of remembering that

Peter Pan
had still forgotten
to swing by
to kidnap
me.

Jessica Gleason is a selfish writer, writing what suits her and not what mainstream poetry looks to publish. She’s never written about a sailboat and she never will. You can purchase her chapbook, Sundown on This Town, from Popcorn Press.
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Barking Sycamores is a literary journal entirely edited and operated by queer neurodivergent people of color. We publish poetry, artwork, short fiction (beginning with Issue 3), creative nonfiction (beginning with Issue 8), and hybrid genre work (beginning with Issue 9) by emerging and established neurodivergent writers as well as essays on neurodiversity and literature and book reviews (beginning with Issue 10).

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