For the young woman who kills snakes and works at Tractor Supply

 
While she’s bragging, the cash register

beeps and a blacksnake in someone’s barn

kills another rodent and grows

a little longer, like the story

she’s telling to the other clerk

who’s running cans of 4 wheeler oil

along her conveyer belt.

A man once told me to kill my own snakes

before I married his daughter.

When she left, I lived in the woods

for a year and there were snakes

but I never saw any until I moved

to town and stared in a mirror one night.

It was after I fucked Debbie

and she fucked me after we ate dinner

and talked about abandonment,

loves lost, a reptilian reflection

in a mirror that might have killed me.

Which brings me back to Tractor Supply,

and wishing I’d met this girl in high school.

Maybe I would still have a few snakes

if they’d stayed in the barn.
 

John Aylesworth

John Aylesworth teaches handicapped kids in Southeast Ohio. He has an M.A. in Creative Writing and a Ph.D. in Comparative Arts from Ohio University and an M.A. in teaching children with learning disorders from Ohio State. After school, he stayed in the Hocking Valley and lives with his wife and two dogs in Athens. He’s had poems published in The Tule Review, Caesura, and The South Carolina Review recently.

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