Gris-gris

 

 

"say, that's a cool whip"

zoombuzz blue

hell afternoon

 

screams 

 

(Zora thinks later

a flaying

would have been 

more merciful)

 

Gullahs hear,

wipe away sweat

 

white raspy laughter

 

in-out

 

she runs to the governor,

dares to say the word

 

"Free-"

 

*SLAP*

 

white oily laughter

 

in-out

 

he/it: "who hurt you notus nobody noone that's who! yerfault! YERFAULT!!" 

(belch-bellow) "HWOOOKE!!!!!!"

 

Zora (soprano): "so, I'll see Laveau!"

 

first, prayer 

White god

def+dum

(blind? never! heh.)

 

flees the Angriff purgative,

ducks under Nola's patchy skirts 

 

hut

and Marie's grim fireface smile 

"the swamp is a gentle lover,

as much even as a man"

Zora puts in an order

for at least 3 million

gris-gris

"the Mississippi is not the Amazon-

patience

 

you need them

for a long time

 

    a long time"

 

 

DB/2.2023