Monday, March 28, 2011

dem bones dem bones...

She ran the damn roost when her old man was alive. you'd hear her screamin orders at'im all day long, you'd see her during the work day sneakin in the apartments she rented, when the tenants were away - then she'd snipe at the kids down the street. when the old man died she she came all apart, you'd hear her cry some nights by herself. i still remember her out front of the row apartments, bow-legged, feet planted firm, her body weavin' like a fighter an' singin' that old song bout dry bones and a red dress, how she missed'em - and then it started raining from somewhere up inside her skirt and i could hear it crakle an'patter on the dried leaf covered sidewalk.

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