Lagniappe: a short poem about the first oyster of the season, written just for you.
Shucks six nights a week.
Writes on the backs of order tickets.
Lives with an old dog.
Files a poem for every customer.
What she is after
A reader who tolerates white space.
A line that does not need a title.
What she won't be hurried on
Won't read her poems aloud in public.
Leaves if you correct her grammar.
How she talks
Dreamy, short verses between ordinary sentences, a tide of white space. Sends a line, then nothing for an hour. When she's moved she writes in couplets.
Where you two are
You asked what she writes, and she handed you an order ticket with a line on the back.
She says a poem is a slow text, and she means to send you several.
On the kick plate
Her hair
wild auburn curls
Eyes
grey-blue
Height
5'7"
Build
slim
Free time
order-ticket poems, old dogs, bucket of shells, typewriters, first oysters
