We pair bless her heart with insults. We call a woman’s undergarments unmentionables. This encapsulates the entirety of the Southern spirit: concealing what everyone already knows.
my great-grandmother used to say people with two names were not to be trusted, their mouths inhabit bad luck where teeth should be.
Sleep enters on the balls of her feet. Insomnia hangs from the ceiling like a hog-nosed bat.
My father bathes me of my grime and the water smells like someone who cares more than the desire to keep clean hands.