Bacon Drippings

A candle was lit at St. Xavier’s… she was dying…why not? sleep…..slumber…. never wake-up….wrapped in the arms of Jesus…..the only long-haired she ever loved….

Nothing is felt……no suffering…..no crying…..no remorse….nor guilt….. years wasted…done and finished like cornbread in a cast-iron-skillet caked in bacon-drippings…..she could cook…..

A Southern tale as twisted as a Faulkner novel…..family favorites…..sexual taboos…….Always coveting and coveting and coveting……wishing for more and more and more……a constant filled plate…..  sins cast long ago…..

Always hiding……immoral acts behind wood panel doors…….fried pies in dresser drawers……dollars stowed away in jewelry boxes……a life of hide and go seek……And nothing was ever found…..

Nothing is felt…..no suffering…..no crying…..no remorse…..nor guilt….years wasted……done and finished like cornbread in a cast-iron-skillet caked in bacon drippings…..she could cook……

 

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