So, We Meet Again, Eunectes Murinus

My lover was confined to a crib;

He was a child and I couldn’t give

Him the fatherhood he said he’d grip

In an embrace if he could forgive.

My lover was abandoned and thick

With pregnant pauses whenever breath

Escaped my lips; he was double quick

Ev’ry time he would beat me to death.

He was statuesque if statues moved

Like anacondas in a ground floor

Apartment where a stripper had grooved

And he loved me like he was a whore.

His name was ——— and he fucked me

Like I was famous when he wasn’t

Constricting me with arms like a tree;

“A boy who once loved me now doesn’t.”