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Abita Springs

work in progress

I grew up saving crawfish

from Styrofoam cases, running

them to a dry ditch, thinking they were free.

I remember the spices and screams

of those that didn’t make it.

Sneaking thirds of the King Cake sure I’d find the baby first.

Johnny-Lynn soaking me in OFF!

Nona painting me into a fairy.

The powdered beignets so light and sweet in my hands.

'Abita Springs' by Amber Koski