StylusLit

September 2017

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Serpent

By Eileen Chong

 

Birdlike wrists. The china

spoon too heavy. Thin sips

of soup. A flower in ash-

grey hair: fuschia. Paper.

 

Flesh covering bone, skin

covering flesh. The years

leave their mark. A serpent’s

trail – a whip, trammelled lashes.

 

What shoes? What feet?

Wheels and a seat.

Eat bread. Drink wine.

Vast bed. Long days. Nights.