Place once
of peace, then madness
I travel through
snapping photos with my

Keeping mental notes
of all the places I've been
remembering vaguely
names like Cotton Mather

too far in the car

too late in the dark
I'm starting to see my own
forms of witches

ghosts in the night
who call my name
as if they moved here
with the crazed settlers
pitched their tents

refused to move away

but I am fine
with moving on
when the trip is
back down to my salty
tip of land.


New Orleans, LA

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