This bayou does not
forgive boatless Cajuns, bro.
Do you even swim?
The dripping vent slicks
our tiny kitchen’s floor tiles.
Who cares? We sip schnapps.
She threw the ice cream
at the clown who shoved her son,
then loosed all tigers.
About the poet: Woody Evans is a librarian from the southern United States. His work has previously appeared in Boing Boing, American Libraries, Juked, New World Writing, Blunderbuss Magazine, Mondo 2000, Archinect, and many others. He likes chopping onions and finding the y-intercept.
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