Clotheslines

“The first thing I can remember, I’m two years old and I’m in my little white dress and I have my purple gingham little kitty kat in my hand, and I’m standing on the back stairs of my grandmother’s house in Mississippi, and my mom and grandmother are hanging laundry to dry on the clothesline. It was two or three lines strung up from one of those T things. I can feel the breeze, warm across my arm.”