“Sidewinder Days” by Abigail Byrd-Stapleton
harm less, he’s
completely harm less
the way
his eyes windround me
side-slented and
shameless
happens
to us sometimes
too
—this should not feel
like meat without the need
of hunger,
like labor without reprieve
if you want,
one of us could—
take the bite, you mean,
his eyes like
dares hooking under my skin
comes in
once a week
prey is a thing;
a docile housewife,
a gutted mouse
stays,
eats.
Is there a venom
more vicious
than silence?
what’s there to say?
enough
enough
enough