From Louise Erdrich:

Snake of the long reach, the margin,
the perfect sideways motion
I have imitated all my life.
Snake of hard hours, you are my poetry

According to God, your place is low,
under Adam’s heel, but as for me,
a woman shaped from a secondary bone,
who cares if you wrap my shoulders?
Who cares if you whisper? Who cares
if the fruit is luscious? Your place
is at my ear.

– Hydra

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