Redneck Press with Fried Chicken and Coffee

"You'll kill a plant if you touch it when you're bleed­ing," she told me. "Leaves will shrivel, fruit drop from the vine. Not just any blood. Mind me, I'm talk­ing the month­lies." Mama raised me up with super­sti­tion. In the way flow­ers strain to the sun, I grew in her direc­tion of sus­pi­cion and doubt. […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…