wherever you took
your spirit to hide
i was with you, trembling as a ghost waiting for resurrection in the heat of your skin
curling unfeeling hands around the red string, pulling
for the second sight.
girls ascendant in the sea who spread curses, daughters of ancient naiads
with snapping teeth, luminescent
of old gods, coy in their ways,
sneaks into sacred nesting place, where eggshells
rest to propagate.
faded and earnest, this repetitive
coiling exposes soft underbelly
where scales peel back
annexed under stars slated
to fall to earth.
gleaming in the whites of my eyes.
“you construct intricate rituals”
loose in the garden
and offer, in apology, an apple
predecessor to the golden, predecessor
to the head on the golden shield.
Genesis dooms woman and snake both, interchangeable
beasts in the modern day.
Medusa, gorgon, feeds slices of
apples to cursed bedfellows.
at sweet taste.
when Perseus cleaves
her head from her shoulders
like an apple, falling
from the tree.