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Cindy St. John

A man holds a snake
by the neck

the inverse is also true
fist full

love harvesting
tomatoes our okra

doesn’t look like okra
my face doesn’t look like

my face but I don’t know
what okra is supposed to look like


I dreamt a man
held a snake by the neck

and at the end of the snake
was another snake and another

man this is real
this went on for some distance


and this is not a dream


Snake’s don’t really have necks
but you know what I mean.

There used to be light inside my body
there will be light

Cindy St. John

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