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Two poems by Justin Lacour

  • Apr 3, 2025
  • 1 min read

The lacour boys and the sinister signpost



The first clue came from a woman


in the paneled basement


consider the last Jaws movie


without the shark she said


it’s just a widow who moves


to the caribbean to date Michael Caine


but it’s enough of a plot


to foster a certain


esprit de corps among us


if only for a instant


surely this is someone’s mother


the book says or at least strongly implies


she needs drinks fixed and


a pair of vegan leather pumps


all her rugs beaten another clue


she wrote the book speaking to us now


the book that brought us back here


for what purposes only she can say






The lacour boys and the cankton cove caper



And after we chum the waters


metaphorically of course


we open a sack lunch milk


and sandwiches a woman


seems to be in charge of this forest


which is also a sort of library


books balanced in limbs wedged


into knotholes there’s the books


we’ve been given and the book


we are making the woman shushes both






Justin Lacour lives in New Orleans and edits Trampoline.

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