and handed
me a pair of spoons.
a washboard
appeared that she handed to her
third cousin
three uncles removed.
married though, for over
a year
by a justice of the peace
who
worked for cash only.
no paypal please.
i looked at her
and said what?
what you are you doing?
we're gonna play some
music boy. so get ready,
i ignored the cornbread
between her teeth
and said.
but but
i don't know how to play
the spoons
which made her eyes cross
and
she said,
oh my, then called
in willie
her step child
with red hair and one
missing
ear, a slow
smile, but persistent
smile
upon his too wide face.
but could keep a beat.
he took
the spoons from me
and away they went
while
i sat back and looked
out the window
planning my escape.
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