I am giant:
strong legs, flexed tonsils,
tight back from climbing your forearms
to get to your mouth, and my nails are
filed and  scratching at your chest
on the way there to let your home
know what I own.
I compromise but I am
never quiet.

I’m full of bargains:
one dollar books and yesterday’s makeup,
hair knotted with century old lesions and
previous engagements so I
shave it off every chance I get.
Try to forgive myself for
such large displays of
arrogance.
You want me to comfort you in
cadence and I obey it
deriving satisfaction with the way my voice
sounds as I practice inflection,
ending my prose in pointed questions
you will have to answer,
the pleasure of seeing my  mask unfold
on screen        I’m paralyzed in heat
so I often freeze when confronted
but in between I leave
sweet, murmured ellipses
all over your body.

But know
I’m a noose so tight you try wearing me
like a loose fitting garment,
or just one hard day’s night,
and boy, I might hang
you.

“snake in Scorpio”

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