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From Ulrikka S. Gernes:

December 13, 2016

The snake rattles among the dry leaves

at the bottom of the garden, is it a sigh

a hiss? My sandaled feet, bare ankles …

naked legs and up higher, lightning’s

bite; you rush within me, poisonous sweetness.

Wedded is wedded, poison to poison, separated

again, but this has forever hooked on to me,

twisting its scaled body within my body,

gnawing salt from a shoulder, freckles from

an underarm; on the tip of its left fang

my heart pulses, thumping your naked name.

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