DEAR PAGAN

What could be better

Than a moonlit regret?

I am the Adversary,

I am the Enemy.

The boy you learn

To love the most;

I am the Aguamalas,

I am the CrawDaddy.

My soul,

As rotten as the crust

On a catfish head

In the Gulf Coast Sun.

This skin,

As sticky as the mud

Pumping through my heart,

And washing in my lungs.

I am the impish,

Nocturnal spawn

Of the

Ancient Lake Pontchartrain’s

Native prawn.

Don’t lean over

And don’t get lost,

Dear Pagan, you will be

 My baby, by dawn.

 

 

 

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