Demon Copperhead

by Barbara Kingsolver

And if you’d spent even a day in the company of her and my mom, you would know which of those two lotto tickets was going to pay out.

At some point I realized it was actual Christmas, the day of. And thought, maybe there is a God after all in his heaven. On the slow bus ride of my dogshit life, for some while I got to stop off here.

No credit given for all the extra miles that take you nowhere.