Snake Skin


Damning apple product demonstration left aside,
The snake leaves much to love.

How she coolly sheds her skin and stretches forward 
Without a second to look back—

The snake’s no creature for regret.

She’s not tending
Perfect gardens of neuroses,
Demanding to look back
And endlessly judge every scale,
Every marking, 
Phoning friends at all hours,
“Oh, just to hear what you 
REALLY thought about all that,”
Cornering relatives after the 
Holiday meal, blood 
Or cranberry staining
The corner of her mouth —

“I just need to know
We’re cool, Carol. 
You look at me.
We’ve moved past this,