Redneck Press with Fried Chicken and Coffee

When I was born, with High­line Mem­brane Dis­ease. The doc­tors gave me even odds. My father was out hunt­ing, drunk. When Scar­let Fever found me. When the old dude who lived next door’s tree house gave way to one hun­dred feet of tree limbs, hit­ting and falling, then hit­ting again. My torso tan­gled in the rope swing, […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…