Taking a shot at a southern accent. I’m no expert, so apologies in advance. This one was at the request of the always wonderful Samara. S, whenever you want to do a road trip to Mississippi, I’m in.
Iâ€™m out. Yeah, I hadda get out. Iâ€™m out in the murk after dark watchin the aurora borelis while the kids sleep off the day. I made a deal with the house not to burn down while Iâ€™m gone.
I hear ya, Jesus. Yaâ€™ll er cringin up there, I get it. But yaâ€™ll donâ€™t know nuthin, fer Godâ€™s sake. Yaâ€™ll just wanna pass yer judgment on me.
Iâ€™m out here recoverin from the hollerin. Iâ€™m thinkin on Rosalie and Iâ€™m missin on her. Iâ€™m thinkin about how long itâ€™s been since I felt her eyes on me, how long since I lifted up her hair and smelled her neck. Iâ€™m rememberin how it used to be, Saturday nights out here in the water, meâ€™n her, out here in the soupy air. Rememberin how weâ€™d toss our clothes up in the trees and dive in the warm river. Rememberin how Iâ€™d pull her up on the mucky shore and holdâ€™er down. Rememberin how it felt when she was real. Recallin how I got stuck with four dang kids to begin with.
Iâ€™m lookin up in the heavens and recallin how much I loved her, my Rosalie. Saturday nights itâ€™d be just the two of us. Weâ€™d fuck and swim, fuck and swim. Yeah, weâ€™d leave the kids even back then. God knows how it is when you got those little ones at home.
Itâ€™s loud outâ€™ere ya know? The bugs chirpin and the frogs goin at it, itâ€™s a wonder I can think at all. Still it beats the hollerin. It beats it all, God knows this is the best it gets, out here. These days I take the boat out on the river, cut the engine, and listen. Sometimes ya get the little fishes comin up round the boat lookin for sumthin to bite. Tonight Iâ€™m too busy lookin up to pay em any mind.
How often this sky come down South here, I wonder. This an Alaska sky or sumthin, I wanna say. This sky belong up there at the North Pole. Itâ€™s too much, all them colors relected in the murk. I wish she was here with me now. That blue is like her eyes, I tell ya. Itâ€™s like sheâ€™s still here, nakid, lookin on me with her blue eyes. She did betterâ€™n me with the kids. They know it too. Iâ€™m doin my best, God knows it, but four kids needâ€™n their momma. Iâ€™m workin all the God damn time and Iâ€™m about to give out, Rosalie. They donâ€™t complain none, but Rosalie May, we need ya. Rosalie May, your man is alone here and your babies are sleepin in a burnin house, Rosalie.
Iâ€™m fixin to get back real soon. Soonâ€™es these colors pass and I finish with my Rosalie. Just a little longer now. Kidsâ€™ll be up too soon, hollerin with the sunrise like a buncha cocks crowinâ€™.
Hush now. Jesus Christ, yaâ€™ll just wanna pass yer judgment on me.