14th March 2019

The snake wraps around the grooves of my brain,
the ventricles of my heart,
constricts my lungs,
flips my tummy with flicking tongue.

Most active in the early hours.

I obsess,
(stop thinking,
oops,
I’m off again)
over him needing salad.
If I could I’d eat
elephant-sized iceberg lettuces
everyday
for his nutrient-craving body.

The iceberg on his shoulders
is lettuce.
It is the weight of the world,
he carries each day.

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