When a snake is born with two heads, the heads try eating each other. This makes perfect sense. And it doesn’t for the obvious reasons. She wonders long and hard about her snakes. She muses over the tangled loiterers in her gut. Those reptilian personas, wanderers all, who tear at her. Maybe given the chance they’ll swallow each other and pass without issue. The battles in her mind she grows weary of. Good and well as she appears on the outside, she is not.
She wants to go back. Return to the way it was, to the way it had been before things got mucked up. There is no vacuum to suck up thoughts thick as peanut butter. She wishes Einstein manifested on the other side of her lunch plate. He might solve her dilemma, ease her burdens. The frolicky photo, poster-sized on her wall–Al’s brilliance with flicking tongue and shock-white upending hair allows her to entertain the possibility of solutions. All but love. Einstein labored there too, not so much peanut butter as grape jelly–he craved sweet outside of his mad naked brain. What was Einstein like in bed?
Melancholy sticks in her throat. Why does it always have to reach a point that forces change? Hedges a path against one’s spinning wheels. She wants the dreaming. And yes, the other carefully cultivated fantasy sequences. He is a specter now like all the others she once loved but couldn’t get back. Return them to her gut, let them gnaw a hole for her thirsting heart to collapse out of.
Was Sir Francis Bacon behind Shakespeare? Maybe. Maybe Shakespeare had more than one head, many opposing forces sword thrusting in his belly. There is no easy way around staring in a mirror with many eyes and seeing one face. She knows all too well the things sliding around her heart. If she had never known him, her snakes might have remained settled for a time. Mice take a long time to digest. But the two-headed snake is roaming. It cannot survive this way.
“The only way to get rid of temptation is to yield to it.” –Oscar Wilde
snake/mouse art created last year for an illustrated project-thank you
when I was nineteen, a snake spoke to me
hissing he worked into my impressionable ear
slithering onto my lazy tanned skin below the neckline
parallel to my protruding collarbone
where I sometimes rested my hand
to make sure I was still alive back then
pumping, pumping, pumping
his serpentine curves with jovial tongue
flicked like young men’s hands
he admitted to the perfect place
to coil in-between the sunless spot
protect the blood pumper
I imagined him threaded through my flesh
red-eyed, purple-oxide shimmering scales
he’d wait for prey there, my silent confidant
hidden away where only the most intimate of loves
would know him by name
then easily forget, when they left my body
those round muscles would know
know and never tell
all the times I was broken
he is with me now, my silent slitherer
in my mind’s flesh
secrets still dark and deep like a swallowed mouse
or crushed rabbit
I think of him often
though it sometimes seems
everyone is tattooed but me
Here’s a little something sure to lighten your heart. I love 1940’s-50’s music and I adore the Mills Brothers. My dad would often play his Mills Brothers records when I was a kid. Their clear harmonious voices made him smile, they made me smile too. I hope you enjoy Glow Worm as much as I do. Below the boys’ video, you’ll find another friendly glow worm (well, okay – he’s really a snake – sshhh – please don’t tell him) 🙂
May your dreams be bathed in warm moon glow and happy glowworms 🙂
SSS done with Prisma a few months back – previously posted
Not more than a few miles from my home, a wonderful nature museum thrives. Throughout the year, this interactive institution hosts an assortment of wildlife guests. Museum employees give entertaining classes on how to ‘better communicate,’ with our outdoor neighbors. This week is Snake 101. I asked the big son if he’d be interested joining in the fun, but he doesn’t care for snakes the way his mother does.
I retold the big son a favorite fourth grade story of mine. I boasted how I’d been the only girl in a class of sixteen to participate in a summer-fun snake class. The big son squirmed a little as I regaled my joy in cuddling snakes. Much to my surprise, my slippery story did not shame him into the response I was looking for.
I wonder about snakes and the unfair rap they’ve received. Perhaps if Adam and Eve had been tempted by a meerkat or a parrot, oh, anything else… I’ve never owned a snake though I’ve had a few iguanas as longterm companions. For those frightened by snakes, I’ve sketched a cute snake – sort of. They can really be adorable 😉
Thank you. May your dreams be carried off by doe-eyed reptiles with heart-warming scales…
Love, Snake created with Prisma pencils July 11, 2014