Pascale Petit: Serpentarium
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 if she can draw
enough snakes she’ll get
used to it, stop her eyes blinking
when he shoves the hose
down her throat, makes the room tilt,
water poured into her stomach,
her jaws unhinged. Three of them
holding her down
to strap her arms to her chest,
while she thrashes against the memory—
always the same memory
of the reptile she met that day
on the Petit Pont,
who insisted they go dancing,
then escorted her to the hotel
and seized her in his coils,
who thrust his hemipenis
into every orifice,
murmuring how snake sex
can take a whole night.
Every scratch from his mating spur
made her want to rip her skin off.
Even when someone came in
he kept going,
laughing at her.
Years, his eggs have stayed inside her,
ready to hatch in this sketchpad:
cobras, cascabels, condas,
tree boas, harlequins.
She strokes the retic—
her hog-swallower.
She fills in the last cross-hatch
on his snout, can feel the skin
loosening around his mouth,
ready for the moult.
She waits for lights-out,
smudges carefully with the eraser,
easing his skin like a dress
pulled over a girl’s head,
the pencil of herself
blunt, her work done,
her own face empty
on the pillow beside her.
Pascale Petit
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