
Boa nanny
She’d wind herself around us,
our infant bones resisting;
muscles tighter than her grip
on her own children. Her crush
of misguided love. Her skin
of cardigan, smothering.
Hissings of ‘Shh, shh, shh, shh’.
She’d wind herself around us,
our infant bones resisting;
muscles tighter than her grip
on her own children. Her crush
of misguided love. Her skin
of cardigan, smothering.
Hissings of ‘Shh, shh, shh, shh’.