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333 Not the Poet, Not Me Aunt Rose Baptizes the Greens Derrick Harriell Your uncle Pete done been gone for couple days now, sister May say brother Jenkins seen him shooting pool down where them fast women suck bankruptcy out weak men. Brother Jenkins was down that way preaching the word, but swear Pete was preaching a black dream to a red bone. This morning I made catfish, expecting him to bust the door down, complaining how Evelyn can’t cook an egg how her coffee stale as her morning loving. I even left the back door unlocked. But I spoke to sister Mitchell on the prayer line and she say sometimes you got to help a man find his way home. Cook his favorite thing, crack a few windows. Put on his favorite dress, play some Otis Redding. Go head and line the table with pecan pie and Black Label. And if his ass still gone drop some salt pork in them greens, unlock the front door. ...

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