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My Biscuit Baby My Biscuit Baby by John Bare
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“Pearl blinked. The bitternut was talking to her. She adored these woods. The trees talked to her. On the boiling August days, when air was thick as gravy, the trees told her about the secret places in Battle Park that held on to the cool. In January, when leaves underfoot made Rice Krispies sounds, the trees told her where to find sunbeams. Once when I was sleepless at 3 a.m., I heard her whispering prayers in her sleep. In bed beside her, I listened. Later, when I asked her about what I observed, she said the trees visited her in her dreams and taught her prayers. As she told me this, she reached out and touched my right cheek with the back of her right hand. I felt electricity in my bones.”
John Bare, My Biscuit Baby
“I daydreamed through the rest of the rally, daydreamed about Pearl with her head on my shoulder as we floated past the ancient cypress trees on the Black River. Daydreamed about sipping whiskey at Water Grill and asking the waiter to bring us a dozen honeymoon oysters. Daydreamed about sitting with Pearl’s dad on his porch, cranking the handle on the old freezer that would produce for us peach ice cream. Daydreamed through the final offerings from the choir and the photo op that had Miss Emmy pretending to be overwhelmed by the crush of the actors crowded into her path as she walked from the stage to the SUV. In the TV ad, she would look like Bobby Kennedy. Siler and I looped around the crowd and arrived at the truck ahead of her.”
John Bare, My Biscuit Baby
“I miss my biscuit baby
My flour power lady
A friend to saints and sinners
Up for breakfast, lunch or dinner
She rises on her own
She never makes me eat a scone
My flour power lady
Oh, I miss my biscuit baby”
John Bare, My Biscuit Baby
“Siler smiled. He poured. He fiddled with the jukebox app and pulled up “All the Time in the World” from Secret Monkey Weekend. "Let’s start with the clear blue skies . . ."

“I miss the days when we sat around Pig Farm doing nothing,” Siler said. “I miss time.”
John Bare, My Biscuit Baby