I’m going to live forever. Snake
pit or hydra head, and all the awful
drawling. Without teeth (read toothless),
but tongued so sharp it can sever root
from cause—word from mumble.
Just one lash and the separation flies
open. Separation of serpent scale,
though lying flat and happy, welcoming
to knives slung sideways and any hunter
who knows even a lick what he’s doing.
Wedge head under heel, edge placed, peel
or unpeel. Skin clings just only. So it shrinks.
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