oh the motherlode
he had black pads on the bottom of his feet his skin
blueblack blackest eyes + nails wetpink tongue poodlebro
blacksonavitch was king especially on a toboggan
also skilled at hide+seek he had but one hiding place
loyal friend he’d lead you out of the apocalypse fierce
protector of 3 child-captives
a couple of rungs above us kids on the totempole AKC
royalty he’d been on the orient express with gangsters
why he’d travelled the world over before his stint on Purdon
Parchman Farm
much like mother who commissioned a painting by an
aunt’s sister it was of a black slavewoman mournful eyes
watery lumpy cotton shift hers + blacksonovitch’s ancestress
the Voodoo Queen of New Orleans
poodle with a pompadour
mother too
hair piled high à la
Julie Christie
another paramour of father’s
it doesn’t get much better
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Winter 2026 ..on Parchman Farm when we were young..
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