New Orleans Poem

Brenda Harrison Bell

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afterwards, lying in the dark,
with the ashtray on her stomach,
she watched him
fumble
to put out the cigarette
with only the ember for light

and thought
how too casual a touch
can lead to
burning

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The 2River View, 1_2 (Winter 1997)