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Posted by MsTT on May 13, 2003 at 00:03:35:
In Reply to: a poem posted by budman 1st on May 12, 2003 at 21:39:52:
There are snakes in the house.
I am sharing a bathtub with snake scales
and there are shed skins in my laundry
the pillowcases on my bed are the ones with holes.
There is a logic to this only snake keepers understand.
In a pinch, my cereal bowl holds water for frogs
and once eight newborn vipers, perfect and tiny.
My clothes are old, and full of mud. The only jewels I have
twine in bright, living coils. I am content.
There is no room or table here where serpents have not gone.
My towels to wrap a shedding vine snake in,
my sheets a shade drape for cobras;
my bedroom rattles and rustles with boomslangs at night.
Still I am not sorry. My jewels are better
and brighter than dead stones bought from stores,
and their polished scales like mirrors
turn to reflect a living smile.
- July, 2001
