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The Trouble With Snakes

The Trouble With Snakes THE TROUBLE WITH SNAKES MONICA BRASHEARS ain’t got much to say but the truth. I swear by God, President Kennedy, I by each of my ten toes and every Tennessean sunset—I ain’t got it in me to hurt nobody. I only know that what I been doing would put my mama to tears. You acting out, my mama would say if she knew. She says it to me all the time. Baby Greene, you acting out, she said when I threw a branch at my cousin. It was never his fault. Th at was fourteen years ago. We was little 7 then. I was six. He was eleven. Josiah is his name, and Josiah is probably why I done all that I done. He’s in the hospital. Rain on roads, old pickup flipped into a ravine, brain soup. Mama told me to visit him before it’s too late. Yeah, I been acting out, alright. But I ain’t done no wrong, not really. To make sense of it all, I got to go back a little. My misbehaving started the day after Josiah’s accident. I went down to the colored grocer to buy some scented paraffin candles and some pralines. http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png Appalachian Review University of North Carolina Press

The Trouble With Snakes

Appalachian Review , Volume 49 (1) – Apr 29, 2021

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University of North Carolina Press
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Copyright © Berea College
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2692-9244
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Abstract

THE TROUBLE WITH SNAKES MONICA BRASHEARS ain’t got much to say but the truth. I swear by God, President Kennedy, I by each of my ten toes and every Tennessean sunset—I ain’t got it in me to hurt nobody. I only know that what I been doing would put my mama to tears. You acting out, my mama would say if she knew. She says it to me all the time. Baby Greene, you acting out, she said when I threw a branch at my cousin. It was never his fault. Th at was fourteen years ago. We was little 7 then. I was six. He was eleven. Josiah is his name, and Josiah is probably why I done all that I done. He’s in the hospital. Rain on roads, old pickup flipped into a ravine, brain soup. Mama told me to visit him before it’s too late. Yeah, I been acting out, alright. But I ain’t done no wrong, not really. To make sense of it all, I got to go back a little. My misbehaving started the day after Josiah’s accident. I went down to the colored grocer to buy some scented paraffin candles and some pralines.

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Appalachian ReviewUniversity of North Carolina Press

Published: Apr 29, 2021

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