Seven-year-old Isabella Thompson pressed her hands into the cool, moist dirt of her grandfather's garden. She peeled away the surface like an old scab. Beneath, a reddish-brown earthworm squirmed – ... [+]
A visit. Wooded, wooden and magnolia sheltered. Panel lined to be specific. Breezeless evening. Sticky, warm and screened. Tightly angled knees/elbows thrown around the room. Hazy t.v. Some show. A puffed 80's sofa, velour smooth and richly auburned brown. As are you. Cheeks black freckled. Smoke polished eyes reflecting the passage. Blue flannel over white undershirt in this southern circle. Familiar gold tooth guiding seekers to their north star. And your smell. A mood mixture of chewed cigars outside mason sand aftershave pine oil red clay. Wish - a perfumer would. You are here. Briar rabbi