He celebrates his southern roots.
He smears pimento cheese on a burger.
He chops a little chow-chow.
He calls it jardinière.
He pops sorghum.
Nonplussed mon cheri.
He says “beans n cornbread”
and “bacon grease in a bowl”
He plays mandolin.
He’s a meat parts tattoo.
He’s a Toledo native.
His teeth need fixed.
He’s no good kitchen whiskey.
I have a grandpa who is proper bourbon,
buried in Maysville next to his ex-wife
because it was already paid for.