JUSTIN LACOUR lives in New Orleans and edits Trampoline: A Journal of Poetry.
My father wanted me to get a job to learn the virtue of hard work but in a cruel twist of fate the guys
at the warehouse handed me hardcore pornography and later taught me to steal cable sometimes i
sat in the church of seventies art and admired the syrophoenician woman’s faith which seemed to
have something to do with abject humility but also having the right zinger for God in the myth of
the sphinx a woman asks a man a riddle about what it means to be a man and devours him when he
gets it wrong i don’t know what it means to be a man except it’s something more than smoking
behind the levee and sucking root beer candies down to a shiv like point and not often but more
than once when things didn’t get better i made a puppet out of cigarette cartons and wire so
someone could say It’s okay Justin your life wasn’t pointless
Volume 15.2 ✧ Summer 25
Justin Lacour
