which I fail to hide with my hair, my snakes.
In dreams I know a woman with snake-hair hunts with her eyes.
to better see us coming.
to better track them bounding, fleeing along the horizon.
Always an animal should be a verb. Hound.
Always animals of our invention should hoard themselves unto themselves.
Always animals should become nouns, free of us.
red plants to feed the electric rooms of our heart.
or a corrugated ribbon or corrective brace.
animals pass muteness and breath back and forth between night and day.
as she slept. As she slept, her snakes slept.
can stop a sword, not even if it has one hundred eyes.
sleeping body, her blood poured onto the ground beneath her.
In the temple of Minerva, Neptune raped the beautiful, sought-after Medusa.
in order to overwhelm her foes with terror.
If I should die by the sword of a hero, I have one request.
finally rise and taste the sky.
anymore with a sister or anyone else.
each with a monster at the dark, gold center.