The cousins down south are hospitable,
wear T-shirts that read Laissez le bontemps rouler,
bring up children who call us “ma’am” and “sir,”
believe Jesus died for their sins.
In dreams of childhood,
we chase mosquito trucks down the street,
reveling in misted poison.
–excerpt from “Southern Comfort” in A Light Dusting of Breath by Donna Pucciani (Virtual Artists Collective/Purple Flag, 2015). First published in Chaffin.