The Count's plate
snow outside the window and door
looks like the white dinner plate
Sylvie Ann de la Gueronniere's father
set before me the time I spent the
night:
mashed potatoes, boiled calf brain,
and milk,
I tried not to gag,
The Count was known to shoot pigeons
off of his roof
to serve as squab to guests
on retrospect, I think he liked
to see just how polite society
could be in 3rd world
New Orleans.
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