SNAKE(S)KIN
7.16.20
in regards to this past weekend
where do i put that
in the place where monsters sleep
in the drawer underneath the bed where mattresses keep their own spines
in the “i trustred” you spaces
where so many have fallen pray
hook to bait
like a child to candy
like cancer to Ruth
and here we wake up
tears to pillow-sheets stained with
really who knows what