moonwoke1

moonwoke2

Moonwoke, I wandered

through the kitchen, the wood

cold as wet grass. I’ve never been

to your muggy NOLA,

but here’s a cup

from some Mardi Gras

you went to before going

without me would make sense

as a thing to get sore at.

Four months later,

and I’ve found the sink.

No cool water was worth this.

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