Oreo Cookies & Empty Body Bags
by Travis Blair

We flew in
took a late night cab
sat on a Windsor Court
balcony stripped down
to our underwear
separating Oreo
cookie halves
licking their cream
filled centers
while Harry Connick
Jr sang “I could only
whisper your name.”

Above us
in sinister clouds
a fat bayou moon
stole glimpses
of himself dancing
like Mr. Bojangles
on the Mississippi's
surging surface.

We sipped Absinthe
and strained
to hear vampires
unzip cold rubber
body bags
strap on their roller
blades and flail
through the Garden

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