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