ANNE DELATTE

high noon

I.
it is summer / there are little girls outside / trading flowers for teeth / the roads melt into the ditches / i have never known anyone / to make a profit now / under your memory / a radiation shadow / i beseech you / sun / to fall us apart / there is no getting anywhere like this / loose limbed and no better / than asphalt 

II.
nothing burns / the throat / is liquid and keeps the worst / down 

III.
the windows are jammed / with multi-metropolises of tiny flying things / that cannot be left / alone / i am an impulse trader / i would corner the markets / but no one wants a bargain / for this / you flicker for an instant / i wonder how long you have known / real / no / real

Anne Delatte carries on her love affair with words in New Orleans, LA, where she is a member of the New Orleans Poetry Brothel. Her poems can be found in smoking glue gun, New Delta Review, and Belle Journal.