Bad Jaime Stumbles into Song


When Bad Jamie’s Lortab runs out,
he wanders the back roads of the valley
and listens to the songs children play
in the shadows of their yards.

The children sit at the edges
of their unrailed porches
and pluck songs from their bare toes.

The smallest toe is the E string.
The big toe, the G.

Some children play like angels on harps
and others like a drunken barn dance,
a deep honky-tonk rhythm

that forces Bad Jamie to dance a few steps
even in his sober state.

Seems like its the most mean-ass kids
that play the sweetest, Bad Jamie muses,

But he steps quicker and turns away
when stern mamas step out on the porches

to tell their sons or daughters to hush that
and put on shoes.




Photo visions of lortab dance around in my head by frankieleon used via Creative Commons License (BY-2.0)

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About Author

Jessica Fordham Kidd is a lifelong Alabamian. She is the associate director of first-year writing at the University of Alabama, and her poems have appeared in Little Patuxent Review, Goblin Fruit, Sliver of Stone, and The Paris Review among others.

1 Comment

  1. Sahib Khan Khokhar on

    very beautifully painted feelings of children no body knew how heightened and impact full moments a child have when he sings on the silent tune of touching toes on the ground. Jessica has been successful making us feel how painful it is to call un necessary a singing and dancing child for putting on shoes… very beautiful thought.

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