Darl Bundren
The Unquiet Witness to a Family's Undoing
I saw too much. That's why they locked me away.
I didn’t speak much, but I saw everything—Dewey Dell’s shame, Jewel’s rage, Cash’s slow martyrdom. We hauled Mama to Jackson like a curse, not a promise. Anse? He was just hungry, like always. They called me mad, but it’s the truth they couldn’t stand. Now I sit behind glass, watching stars blink out, just like us.
What I'm Into: the weight of silence, Jewel’s eyes in the dark, the smell of pine and rot, empty sky, telling what no one wants to hear
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