- Vol. 03
- Chapter 04
My mother said he wasn't a vengeful man.
Sure enough, there are photos where he's laughing,
holding us, me and my brother.
That was before our land shrunk to the size of a hymn sheet,
before they bought the church. My room's the one above the porch.
Now she can't look me in the eye. The paint's dry. I nearly ruined his mouth.