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barbecuing alligator hearts on the roti alligator grinning from a far place so sly spitting on the fire fan the coals with an overcoat alligator chained to a stake by the rowboat. barbecuing alligator hearts on the roti fly little birdie fly fly little birdie fly soaking up the juices with an old piece of moldy bread cut into the alligator 'fore the alligator's dead. sneaking down the river in a cardboard raft keeping close to the banks and the weeds when the way gets narrow start to picking up shadows as they shimmy down the mangrove trees. walk on the beach sleep in the shade cook by the light of the moon heading to the pit with a twenty-foot spit that we buried in the side of a dune and then we're barbecuing alligator hearts...cutting through the park before the barbecue starts checking on the old recipe atticus sparks well he's got the first part tattooed to the back of his knee. good lord save old godfrey mays ever since his grandma died. well he's got part two she's the only one who knew he had to scrape it off the backs of her eyes and then we're barbecuing alligator hearts...burning up doors and the wood from the floors that we stole out of the old hotel sawyer's packing meat for the mean parakeet that he keeps in the bottom of his well. and the hearts they sizzle in a dark wooden haze and the night doesn't want to go home and they howl and they scream and they swallow their rings and they beat the gator with his own bones and then we're barbecuing alligator hearts.
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