Early morning loading up buckets in the carport moths bang against the lightbulb above I cling to the sleeve of his jacket the tremor from the engine makes me shake as we slip out onto the bayou Staying at his elbow the mist makes this…

Out back of the carport the bayou quivered with mayflies and June bugs and mosquitoes looking for love. A normal summer night in the south. A bare yellow lightbulb sputtered on the porch. We bet our meager allowances on how much longer it would last….