Born To Be Wild
by Nina Bennett

We piled into my mother’s ice blue
Bonneville convertible, lowered
the top, cruised. Gas was fifty cents
a gallon. Radio blared Steppenwolf.
Our kazoos honked, squawked
in harmony to the high E chord
stretched like a tightrope
over the organ solo. I was a newly licensed
cowgirl, determined to last eight seconds,
to conquer Main Street with my posse,
bare legs stuck to creamy leather seats.
Our hair whipped across our cheeks,
stung our eyes, caught in the corners
of our Slickered lips. Vapor trails
of squeals and giggles streamed behind us.
We rounded the corner by the Deer Park,
passed the library, breezed down
Delaware Avenue, cool as mint
chocolate chip ice cream.

SOURCE: Originally published in The Broadkill Review (2011), Volume 5 Issue 5.

PHOTO: The author at 17.

NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: Every time I hear this song (“Born to be Wild” by Steppenwolf, 1968), I am instantly transported to the summer after I got my driver’s license. My girlfriends and I would drive around the same loop of our small town for hours, blasting the car radio, and scrounging up change to buy gas.


ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Delaware native Nina Bennett is the author of Sound Effects (2013, Broadkill Press Key Poetry Series). Her poetry has appeared in numerous journals and anthologies including Napalm and Novocain, Reunion: The Dallas Review, Houseboat, Yale Journal for Humanities in Medicine, Philadelphia Stories, and The Broadkill Review. Awards include 2014 Northern Liberties Review Poetry Prize, second-place in poetry book category from the Delaware Press Association (2014), and a 2012 Best of the Net nomination.