I gave the cross roads snake a decent burial in my refrigerator because I wanted the skin
There’s a secret trunk on which kudzu is borne
My cousin drove a shrimp boat in Mobile
we all used to sleep on the houseboat
dreams of electric guitar fish
he was deaf and good at fishing used to flirt with me in mime
We were 16 and he took us to the radio station in
Hattiesburg where we smoked illegal records
Later he got married to the first woman in Alabama to put on a uniform
and climb a telephone pole
Grandma was an anchoress putting up fig preserves in a house of warped windows
She was a grass widow to a straw boss
Brushed her waist length hair in the dark then emerged in coiled braids
Karo is the secret to a good pecan pie
But to me it’s a death pie because they cart it to your house when someone dies
Last time I saw Mama Fortson she was fishing by the pond in a big sun bonnet
She caught a snake but we didn’t eat it
Daddy only ate rattlesnake with tequila sauce
He got palm readings from descendants of slaves
brother couldn’t go to Mississippi cause he was in the juvey playing a jew’s harp
a few years later Harriet brought a pecan pie on account a him
he was smart as a whip smart as a razor-back clam
From then on I was a cast off twin with the feet of a bombshell
Held down various jobs to put myself through college
fire walking, ironing, dancing, construction site clean-up
my boyfriend Mike wore a bolo tie and a wide-brimmed hat
he had long hair and he told me he was a snake handler
we played pool next to the wet bar
One night he drifted over the center line of the black river
I never got to kiss him before he died and the pie didn’t set in the sweltering heat
By now he’s rowed his boat ashore
I have a vision of him as I stare into coals of the pit
He tells me to “draw snakes”
So I take the dead charcoal and do like he tells me
Sometimes I make a tattoo design from the snake
And brush it on my arm pretending like I’m my own baby sister
Then I ran into a cobweb and got an idea for a wedding veil
To go with a tear-drop pendant
And a backless dress that you could move forward in
I turn around and everyone is staring at my back
or are they staring at the spirits behind me?
I say “pshaw” and join the reception line
Then I coax the spirits from a bottle into my mouth and give it a rest
Its my wedding day and that means everyone else in the tree gets married too