by Zoe Blair-Schlagenhauf
in new orleans i fall in love at least 4 times a year
i can’t be sure,
i might do that anywhere.
i am sure that
there is always a puddle
on broadway and oak.
it sounds like the tide coming in
when cars pass over it.
i know that you should
take some spanish moss with you
it never dies.
i moved to new orleans when
i was wondering what
growing up felt like.
it might be like
from the roots of trees
that are older than i’ll ever be.
or it might be like when
all your friends say
and you can only be proud of them
for admitting it.
in new orleans i fall in love at least 4 times a day,
i can’t tell if the wet on my skin
is from my body or the air surrounding it,
it is probably definitely because of the heat.