by Jeni Rall
"If out of the clear blue a man says he doesn’t deserve you, it means he strayed. Pack your bags and scat." This advice was given by my great aunt Beula over a slice of buttermilk pie (a taste she'd loathed but had now forgotten) in the summer steam of ’89 - her half empty head spilling epigrams like grain so the nothingness could nest. Twelve years later, stirring a pot of fat and bitter greens, I learned she spoke the truth. "He’s feeling bad," she divined, flicking her tongue across her spoon. "But not bad enough."
Jeni Rall, author of The Poem, lives and writes in the sausage capitol of Texas. You can read a lot of nonsense about her here.