Demi Richardson lives and writes in Indiana, Pennsylvania.
New Orleans
By Demi Richardson
Cicatrix—(n) the scar of a healed wound; or,
a scar on the bark of a tree; or,
a mark on a stem after the leaf has become
detached.
A verse in Solomon goes like this:
catch for us the foxes, the little foxes
that ruin the vineyards. . .
which makes me think of New Orleans:
your church / with its / stained glass / everything / & /
Mardi Gras beads / wound around my / rearview mirror / we
are stretched out under a bridge
in a moment we can’t keep. I
detach
detach
detach.
This is, I think, the best piece I have read at Vox Poetica to date. I love “we / are stretched out under a bridge / in a moment we can’t keep”. It shows both insight and restraint.