There’s a nice sea breeze
in the middle of the city.
I haven’t seen a seagull in 3 days,
but I found my seashell necklace.
I thought I lost it in 2013.
My hair is blue now
It looks dreamy, dreamy, dreamy
If you run your fingers through it
you will find starfish
and rough sand.
You can take the mermaid out of the ocean,
but you can’t take the ocean out of the mermaid.
Marie Laveau paid me a visit in my sleep
Her cheeks were blushed with roses in front of The Black House.
Pulsing with silent assurance
Her words echoed in your chest and made me think of the smell of rain.
She was thunder
Gray and vast
They told me she was a seer.
She knew what you knew,
what you didn’t know,
what you were,
She hissed venom at those who
dulled her instincts
who bored her with normality
I hid behind and tried not to make eyes
But she saw
She did not make any noise,
her eyes sank into mine
as I crossed the dried up lawn.
Later I walked up to a washed out shore under the El.
Marie Laveau passed through.
Puddles of salt water
I waded in pools of navy
and waited for the Voodoo Queen to appear again as another storm.