Summer -Robin Coste Lewis
January 8, 2016, 12:58 pm
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Last summer, two discrete young snakes left their skin
on my small porch, two mornings in a row. Being


postmodern now, I pretended as if I did not see
them, nor understand what I knew to be circling


inside me. Instead, every hour I told my son
to stop with his incessant back-chat. I peeled


a banana. And cursed God—His arrogance,
His gall—to still expect our devotion


after creating love. And mosquitoes. I showed
my son the papery dead skins so he could


know, too, what it feels like when something shows up
at your door—twice—telling you what you already know.

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