Je me souviens de la Louisiane
Beverly Matherne

We talked in that careful way
we always did
when we finished the rosary
during a hurricane
or when my sister had convulsions.
Marie's mama was sweating.
She vomited blood
the color of leeches.
She was like my Christmas doll,
her face cracked
in a hundred places
from winter.

ISBN 1-882983-06-8
Poems in French and English/
31 pages/$6