Carolina clay
Our house leaned and pitched in strong winds. The tin roof
a watering can for black snakes wintering in the attic;
the kitchen ceiling had one-tile-in-from-the-wall painted
for ten years, a racing stripe for our speedy remodeling.
The well water turned brown when it rained; Mom made koolaid
in fruit punch or grape to quell our suspicion. Twenty years later,
when we finally moved, the well was condemned, declared unfit
for human consumption, and that was the punch line
to the World’s Funniest Joke; we laughed for days. And still,
I …