Wolf Branch


I like to say I learned to walk on gravel

and in the summer the ladybugs would fall from my window seam

a jar with a hand-drawn skull and crossbones sat on the counter

next to the tapeworm I got from the neighbor’s pig

the bats made a home next to ours

and the cat fought a raccoon and was never the same

we burned half a forest for warmth, and the ash settled in my lungs

A visual investigation of family, memory and Southern American identity.