Saratoga Street

November 15, 2015 By: Joanne Celestino 

I sit listening to the birds chirp, the sounds of airplanes through the sky.

The smell of fresh cooked Chicken Picatta, Ziti with broccoli, Stuffed Mushrooms and baked bread on the weekend’s families dropped off in vehicles at Rino’s Place.

I walk post the dark alleys, the smell of alcohol and loud laughter

I cross the street and avoid the unfamiliar voices “Hola mami” “Where are you going in a rush?” and hope they will go away.

I approach the tall brown house, my keys ready in one hand, I begin to feel okay.

Contributor's Note: Joanne Celestino is graduating this semester. Her major is Early Childhood Education.