The White Bike on Rampart

       He said
       “I’ll see you
       tomorrow”
       except he
       didn’t.

       The ice was

       a sheathed
       dagger,
       and his heart
       an open
       pin cushion.

       A ghost bike

       appeared
       not long after
       the tires came
       and took,
       and some people
       who knew
       the way his
       mouth moved
       put flowers.

       I didn’t.

       You never liked
       flowers,
       as they were
       doomed to die
       too early
       in the teeth
       of the world.


Katarina Boudreaux is a writer, musician, composer, tango dancer, and teacher — a shaper of word, sound, and mind. She returned to New Orleans after circuitous journeying. Her chapbook Anatomy Lessons is available from Flutter Press. Her play Awake at 4:30 is a finalist in the 2016 Tennessee Williams Festival. Web
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