Serpentarium She can fit a thirty-foot giant into one sheet of A4,   pack pythons into her sketchbook,   squeezing their loops in tight breeding-balls, until   the man comes with his forked stick and pins her head down.   She must have been drawing too fast, her tail in her mouth   like Ouroboros—that’s what they call her when   she goes crazy. Years ago they sewed up   her mouth. Now, a nurse comes to unstitch her.   He nails her head on a hook, but that’s just the beginning, she   knows it gets worse. She thinks…