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The two of them, snakes
as thick and muscular as
a grown man’s leg
are either fighting to their deaths
or mating. They appear to be
either beasts or
swans as their bellies
slash the ground.

I see my skin in their skin.
Tiny scales that writhe
with an armada of 1000 war ships
underneath the surface
and in the shimmering of
there scales an entire
opera dedicated to
their coiled helix dance.
One the devil, both the devil,
it made little difference to them.
To sell your soul to him
to buy her soul
to smuggle her away
by the command of God
or by ancient wisdom.

To seduce, to entice,
to be the snake
as I lick my lips
and demand you show
me the shores
of another world
where the incoming waves
are like lines on a bathtub.
I pluck away the one on top,
the aggressor, and in my family’s garden
I watched the other flee. In my hand is
the Satan or the snake, the tempter
or a single strand of medusa’s hair.
I want it to offer me escape
an escape to the world,
either with demonic magic
or human venom.

Instead I let it chase its lover
and turn to my freckled vellum.
On its smooth surface is recorded
this same story too many times.

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