Amy Barlow Liberatore… stories of lost years, wild times, mental variety, faith, and lots of jazz

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Processing Me

I am at the Wisconsin DMV
I am sitting on a plastic chair
I am scolded by a supervisor for
sitting instead of
proceeding directly to Photos

I am told to sit down in another plastic chair and
wait for my number to be called
I am DY72

I am in the process of being processed
Now I know how cheese must feel

© 2012 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil

For dverse and Poets United!


I’m a newly minted Cheesehead.

Wisconsinites call anyone
from the other side of Lake Erie
“an East Coaster.”

They fretted that we would
never make it through a
Madison winter.

I replied with one word: “Buffalo.”

Slowly they realized that, not only is
New York State snowy and cold and
a cheese heaven in itself,

but I have a Midwestern pedigree.
Mom grew up in Iowa.
I’m willing to eat all the ‘pig corn’ they put on my plate!

© Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil

For ABC Wednesday, brought to you by the letter “C,” and also on Poets United, my shelter from the storm.