Your silences
impress our space
the phone slam
into its cradle—
headed anyway over
I wouldn’t dare
even for a grade
but tell you what
my hands are washed
fail
blame it on the words
that should’ve been said
Your silences
impress our space
the phone slam
into its cradle—
headed anyway over
I wouldn’t dare
even for a grade
but tell you what
my hands are washed
fail
blame it on the words
that should’ve been said
Beau Boudreaux, a New Orleans native, is currently a Professor in English at Tulane University in New Orleans. His book of poetry Trust Me will be published in the spring of 2005 by New Dawn Unlimited. For more information on Beau, visit www.beauboudreaux.com.