From the Trough

Must wash the muck

Away

In this dingy creek that flows

on the way home.

My father —

Shamed —

Works twice as hard

To cover my inheritance.

Wasted.

Promise, promise him labor

As servant not son

To cover some — just some

Of the damage I’ve done.

Who is this

Running this way?

A man,

Shameless,

Exuberant,

Like a silly girl?

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Inspired by Faulkner, Flannery and Twain

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The South Will Write Again Publisher. Aviator. Writer of short stories.

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