Gruntpa

By Daniel Aristi

You tied yourself up tight with snakes

To a flagpole, and to the legs of metal chairs & tables, and to other people’s wrists. Dark green snakes those were – Arlington snakes.

They were a soliloquy of muscle.

They’ve tightened their coils whenever they must, whenever you got to be reminded, punctual like conscience. At 17 already you’d built your longbow with a serpent, and went shooting cobra arrows through the air. In feverish nights a cottonmouth cooled your forehead, its belly cold as bugle.

And when the time comes, there’ll be again a rattle of twin blades approaching over the tree line, not unlike applause:

Goodjob-goodjob-goodjob-goodjob-goodjob…

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