Crabs

Even with the Old Bay,
the meat in this crab cake
reminds me of home.
Crabs from the Gulf have a taste
all their own, but that familiar succulence
upon the pallet brings me to my
favorite seafood place in the city.
I’m sure it would have been one of the first
taken under by the floods, and even
the strength of ol’ Jezebel the cook would be
no match for Katrina’s fury. I wonder
how she did in the storm.
Our families were close, Jezebel’s and mine,
and like my father who died trying to reconstruct the levee
I’m sure she lost someone dear to her too.
And I don’t think she’d be cooking crabs anymore now…