TiresiasThe black snake is dead in the road.
-----In the rising bands of heat, his head
is gone, or nearly, his body divided
-----by the flat print of tire. Already
the birds. I have left you and we are
-----running. What you will remember:
how the small chameleons broke
-----in my clasp, blood opening like an iris
as they fled the screen porch, shedding
-----cells, a slender tail. What you take
with you now is what you know of me.
-----Know everything. Know I never told you
because I wanted you to love me.
-----When you came upon your parents
in the drawn shade, the nest of their limbs
-----in love confused you. You stumbled out
onto the porch, waking the wasps beneath
-----the boards. They lit your ankle in a shower
of sparks, humming, tipped with gold.
-----I know the scar like a story. Tiresias
loved as a man and woman. What was left
-----for him but blindness? I don’t know
what has killed the snake as I don’t know
-----why I killed so many, or tried to,
or thought I did. I let the scavengers
-----take what they can. I am learning
nothing has a sex. I am learning whomever
-----we love, we are left this way, halved.
Alison Stine***************
RL
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