I moved to Miami because of The Golden Girls and The Conga. True story. Versace and a job
offer may have played a small role. I took a government job, so I’m wearing Fersace. That’s not
a typo. I can’t afford the real Versace. At least not in suit form. Forgive me, Gianni.
So much here is plastic. It’s almost impossible for nature to stand out. No, I didn’t move here for
the weather. That was actually a deterrent. I spent the first year in the AC anyway. I miss the four
I miss my mother. She died five years ago. Ovarian cancer. It was awful. What cancer isn’t?
Maybe the astrological sign. I should know. I am one. I don’t think I’m awful. You can ask my
(Yes, I’m gay.) She’s a Pisces. She may be biased because her moon is in Cancer though.
Nicole Tallman is the Poetry Ambassador for Miami-Dade County, Associate Editor for South Florida Poetry Journal and Interviews Editor for The Blue Mountain Review. Her debut chapbook, “Something Kindred,” is forthcoming this month from The Southern Collective Experience (SCE) Press, and her full-length debut collection is forthcoming in the summer. Find her on Twitter and Instagram @natallman and at nicoletallman.com.