Tuesday, May 16, 2017

"Twice Startled; Never Bitten" by Lauren McBride, Frequent Contributor

Twice Startled; Never Bitten
Lauren McBride

The day I stepped 
on a centipede
and felt its multitude                                           
of little legs wriggling
under the arch
of my bare foot,
I never imagined 
I could utter a sound
that high-pitched -

nor did I imagine                                      
that I could run
all the way up the hill
in my heavy yard boots
to find my husband                                                   
until the day
I nearly weed-eated
a copperhead.

Poet's Notes: Both stories are true. Both happened in southeast Texas. Encounters with the poisonous are rare, but always memorable. 

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