and there was silence,

and then there were the pit vipers.

Pivoting to me ; confiding in me.

Comfortable with me and I can get comfortable with them, too.

Even sharing a room, and even a root beer on a warm-blooded day,

catching up as snakes tend to do.

Sitting with arcing currents, our feet propped up on dusty beanbags,

crouching just behind the trashcans, and coiled up at my feet.

catching up as currents tend to do.

I can arch my back like them,

like the currents that buzz past my head,

like further fastballs,

whizzing by, walking through the fire.

and there goes the third one.

I love the new but am head over heels for what is old, too,

and I can run through those walls, ( I’ve done it before)

and I can jump over those turnstiles ( I’ve done it before)

and there goes the third one.

No matter how my heels feel, I’ll fall heels first,

not quite a nosedive,

\\\ feet first, about you, lets talk in the kitchen,

a nosebleed alone with you in the kitchen,

for you, in the kitchen.