Étouffée
Katherine Hepburn slept here. In
easier times one could simply say
I don’t give a damn. 2 zippies
on my day off; run into Goober
at the Nashville Airport before
EXPERIENCE TURBULENCE.
I don’t really remember New
Orleans. My first flight(s),
spring break my senior year
in undergrad. One after
another last night. Plouf
on Belden then my first
Stepford Wives.
So I reread the same book
twice in one year. Somehow
proof is determined. I often
call it my favorite cuisine.
I’ll take ‘Things that can
give you stomach poisoning,’
Dick.
After salmon without sauce
I watch a man throw up
out of a Pontiac. He looks
happy; ready for the afternoon.
