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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