I Dated Mait' Carrefour Once
I met him in the deep black-coffee night,
a milk-cream moon pouring between us.
I came to a crossroad with rum and gun-
powder (like all of the books say to do)
to seek a favor, but all he wanted was
to show me a good time. He said that I
reminded him of a mulatto queen he
once adored, who conversed with albino
boas, and spent hours on end sitting at
a Catholic altar with hot peppers nesting
on her tongue. He spoke to me in Cajun
-Creole French to try to impress me, and
even did it while taking care of that favor
I almost forgot about. It’s almost like I
had him wrapped around me like a spell-
bound snake, but knowing my track reco-
rd, I decided to keep it strictly business.