Cate Root
Featured image: untitled © Christian Vermazen 2020
in my dreams, on mardi gras,
we dig
everyone has their favorite spots
a hideaway below a royal street boutique
the big stretch of abused boneyard under the overpass
the grand mud run on st. charles
we still wear our best clothes
and start early in the morning
bands still blow horns on the streets
we kiss each other’s dusty cheeks, brush feathers from eyes,
invite each other in for red beans
but also, we dig
glass beads, dirt-smudged stuffed animals,
confetti from years past reaching through sand,
wanting to be found,
to be touched, held, again
honestly, it’s never occurred to me to ask 
what are we looking for?
i don’t ask why we kiss
and share rich foods, we 
touch each other’s faces,
our hugs more intimate
instead of a light touch on your shoulder
it’s fingers on your rib
every carnival we relive
a bit of who we have been
and so on tuesday
faithfully, dreamily,
we dig

Cate Root comes from a big Irish Catholic family in Kansas City. She graduated from New York University with a B.A. in Journalism and Mass Communication in 2005, and the next year, for no good reason, moved to New Orleans. She earned her M.F.A. in Creative Writing from the University of New Orleans in 2012. Cate helped to run Dogfish, a popular reading series in New Orleans, from 2015 to 2020. Her writing has recently appeared in Current Affairs, Catapult, Antenna’s Room 220, and Infection House. She’s around the internet as @cateroot.