theredsnake

Cajun Boy I came to be in the murky depths of a forgotten bayou. I learned to walk on cypress knees. Mosquitoes tattooed flags on my flesh staking their claim for one insect empire or another. I was weaned on swamp water gumbo and fried things I can’t name served over rice. Tabasco flowed through my veins, pumped by a zydeco heartbeat. I learned to dance, barefoot, on a long dirt road that stretched between nowhere and nowhere with a girl named Anna, or was it Marie? Maybe it was both. I learned life’s secrets from the blue heron and wise whiskered catfish and a bitch hound in heat in grandpa’s dog run