You gave me a knife and a block of teak

I brought out a gnarled beak, a face in bas-relief

Medusa’s skull with every snake

 

Count the checks on my workbench

the nicks on my fingertips where the knife

sinks in when I flick my wrist to make lifelike

the snake eyes, the stony gaze

the very contours of your throat

 

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