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Drifting Off, East North East

Feb. 19, 2013
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I’m the one

inside the crowded bistro


reading alone

with an untouched martini


a young woman in floral dress

pedals by


a boy sits cross-legged

at the trolley stop fumbling papers


why close the sculpture garden at night…

shadows play best in lunar light


out my window, people sip

gossip, and form a standing patio


no one notices me listen

too much perhaps with myself


like a cheap shot

of tequila after many rounds with friends


it’s been a decade

since I first sat alone


through a matinee

while sunshine cooked my car seat—


a stinging my thighs

have not forgotten.




Beau Boudreaux teaches English in Continuing Studies at Tulane University in New Orleans.  His first book-length collection Running Red, Running Redder was published in the spring of 2012 by Cherry Grove Collections.  He has published his poetry in journals including Antioch Review and Cream City Review, and in anthologies including The Southern Poetry Anthology.  He is an alumnus of University of Wisconsin-Milwaukee in 2002 and will be reading at UWM on February 21, 2013.


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