Faux
The fur...
isn't real.
Grandmama's fake fur coat
that she fought for hard and won
the right to wear anytime
she felt like it
in the Hard Working Bayou
where she lived.
Where the temperature is always
a hundred
but it's the humidity
that gets you.
Fake fur
that came to me
because I mentioned one day
on the phone
to my grandmother
that I was cold...
four days later a box arrived
and inside
this coat
smelling of rattlesnakes
and hurricanes.
It took three trips
to the dry cleaners
to cure it
but still
there lingers
something...
wild
the Gulf of Mexico
desire
discontent
animal and not animal
but animal
