Black snake coiled warm in a laying box
of grass clippings and pine needles,
no tell-tale lump in your throat,
have you been here long enough resting
after disconnecting jaw, to digest an
egg?
I snatch you quickly behind your head,
we set off for the river, your stink
of fear on my hands, in my nostrils.
As you writhe and twirl about my wrist,
I mumble bargains,
I know you will not keep.
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