It started with a hamburger. Whopper, large fries, Diet Coke. No, something with more meat. A political exchange, at the bus stop outside Piggly Wiggly.

“You’re a fan,” I said, pointing at her badge, The President Is the Commander-in-Chief. It was pinned at quarter-thigh where the denim fringe of her Daisy Dukes peeked out like tendrils. This girl was live.

What is badbadbad?

A novel, a soundtrack, a documentary film. Literary performance as minstrel freakshow. A question in triplicate. Father, Son and the Holy _________. A fire starter. You, me and your mother.