I could see its end
sliding along the bottom
hidden under the edges
if my fine china
Supposed to remove
the last vestiges of memories of meals
leaving pristine white
But I'm not putting my hand in there
try to avoid a scaly wrap around
and becoming a bite of something else's meal
And under the board it goes
trying to escape into an empty area
So now I have no choice
I grab its tail and pull it out
smaller than I thought
It unfurls its hood
I drop it on the floor
and crush its head under my shoe
If only bad memories
slithering around my memory
flattened and forgotten
as easily
4-March-2024
Tressa Lee Breen
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