Snakes and a man in the sidewinding light
between bumper and lamp-post, an instant
of gorgon’s delight as she turns his eye,
this man rings my belle. One bite
and he hardens, no resistance nor fear,
he falls into stiff-tipped enlightenment.
Sweet fucking serpent his parting breath,
for him the wreckage of knowing her
was worth an inconvenient death.
Down from her zenith she takes a toke,
nudges her stone man with a polite elbow,
topples him off the driver’s seat.
In the fast lane she’s doing a hundred and twenty.
The cop has his lights on and god she’s so ready.
Sandi Sartorelli
