A
PraiseForgivenessTransformation Song for all the Medusas who forgot
to let their hair out every once in a while
swamps
tickle at her breasts
coaxing
out fluids
later
to become rivers
she
sits not atop a half shell
but
smiles elegantly
at
the bop and roll
of
her alligator ride
in
the greenness of the air
you
could miss
that
her boa is
featherless
spiral
order
glint
of gold
scales
crusted with years of
swivel,
swirl, glide
river
gives thanks for its motion
great-full
for having known stillness
as
swamp balances out lagoon
her
shimmering eyes
waterfalls
off her head
swivel
and swirl of gold glinting scales
crusted
hard with
opening
waterways
where
all others see only dangers
of
snakes and alligators
murkiness
instead of luminescence
she
clicks her tongue
shifts
her weight one vertebrae at a time
wearing
the greenness as skinshell
knowing
it'll
be alright
as
soon as she gets her swerve on