Tyin’ the knot
Down on 'is knee the butterfly passing over our 'eads, and the dirt we stood on might a known too, afore mi, fer I felt 'e was kin, a brudda, a cousin or such, not a mate or even a subject I thought much 'bout. So the idea of 'im takin' mi hand and then into his bed from mi 'ome where I rest and tidy with mi sissy, mi momma, and mi pau made mi struggle to 'old down the warmth floating up in mi throat; the bitters and liquid choked mi like the stink of a skunk. "Just run!" Mi mind musta tol mi, so I did, away from 'im all the way from the edge of the clearing down the steep side of the mount, so fast, I fell down on my knees, not once but twice, in a very different kinda way then 'e, comin up dirty and scathed feeling nothin until I saw the smoke billowing out the chimney from the fire mi pau 'ad fixed and then the feeling came but still not in mi knees. It was in mi chest, that thing they call love when ye know ye are home, safe, a clam in a shell. They all inside hadn' the need to know any of what just took place up on the other side, where it is only the butterfly bush calls me over. Walking in I could a just died with the joy of the smell of Momma's bread and the sight of Pau's back tendin' to the fire, until 'e turned around looking right at me an' I could see it in 'is eyes before 'e said anything and I knew it was the end of mi. How didn' I figure? All the words left came out a mi mouth, "So that is how you acquired the horse and cow out back?"