Letter to an Old Juggalo

By: Justin Lacour

The night after you went to jail

Dylan covered “Stella Blue” in Barcelona

encored with “Every Grain of Sand”

you should know

there’s still music shining somewhere 

the way trees turn the color 

of flame once a year

the way suffering clarifies love

how much you are loved

even the hairs on your head

your voice on the recorded line

slight delay b/c you’re speaking

from a hole in the earth a hole

where light shrinks so it can 

crush you         where words

weigh less than your tears

the hole where Christ lives 

until Christ comes again

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About the Author

This poem is by Justin Lacour. Justin lives in New Orleans with his wife and three children and edits Trampoline. He is the author of Hulk Church (Belle Point Press 2023).