2. “I can fix it now so nobody won’t think of following me”
I told him stop but he never could. Said he’d learn me good. Show me ink and catfish, belt and hobnail; feed me fishbelly whiskey, cottonmouth gin. (Widow Douglas: pray for my sins.) Pap was dead once. I spoiled it: spilt the salt, burnt the spider. I heard the owl. I listened to the stray dog howl. So Pap came back riverhair and whippoorwills. He came hairball, cowhide, forty-rod. I asked him dead cats and marbles gave him candle stub case knives whistled up quicksilver loaf batwings. But all the snakes were already him.