The Snakeskin

—And the world bent into the wide,

the field of beige and mild forevers

but the snake wanted something else;

I found its skin of stretchy diamonds

and picked it up, so I could keep

one of the two selves. The skin had eyes and the eyes

had skin, all papery before and afterward,

a little cellophane with dirt

around the rim—that’s good;

there had been time for it to be one thing

before the world behind the world

called the snake, and the snake went—