He hollered WHERE IS THE SNAKE?
He was high. I’d ordered the snake two days earlier.
I’d told him it would take a week
and anyway, he’d wanted an iguana.
I yelled back THE SNAKE WILL COME ON
WEDNESDAY! I’d named him Yves.
He was a High White California King.
Pink mice waited in the freezer.
A mural in a 10th century Ethiopian church
depicts Adam and Eve in a rubbery sort of gloom.
I tattooed on my inner thigh upon finding
an apple in my own mouth, an offering to petal-pink lips.
My legs coiled around hers on snow white sheets
and she said, “I’ve never touched a woman before.”
I hissed, “How does it feel?” She invited
her Adam to join us, as the story goes.
I left them reborn in Eden and ordered
myself the snake. I picked him out online,
almost a designer thing. YVES IS A LEO, LIKE ME!
I called and he shouted YES, BABE, I KNOW.