Lucille was a Snake-Handler

Somewhere between asking me if I came and what my boundaries were,
He told me that his mother was a snake-handler,
Not some quaint gypsy woman with a woolen shawl like you’d see on a circus poster,
But more like a Minoan snake goddess,
Except from the wet Appalachian hills of West Virginia.

Her name was Lucille,
And she was a Pentecostal,
Only five foot two, with long red hair and a flair for seeking out the devil,
Which she found in her son,
The devil – floating over his body like a caul.

She fucked him for one decade – ten years,
Before he reared back upon his boyish cloven-hooves,
Eyes flashing and fingers balled into a small, damp fist,
To punch her straight away on her holy freckled nose,
Causing it to bleed and him to flee from the hills and the snakes,
And into my bed,
His mother was a snake-handler.

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About Avery Cassell

Avery Cassell is a genderqueer San Francisco writer, poet, cartoonist, and artist who grew up in Iran. They live with their Maine Coon cat, Lulu, and bake yeasted waffles every Sunday morning. Behrouz Gets Lucky is their first novel. You can find their erotic short stories sprinkled in various anthologies, including Best Lesbian Erotica 2015 and Sex Still Spoken Here. Avery is currently working on a book of more of Behrouz and Lucky's shenanigans, a memoir, and an illustrated early reader children's book about a eight year old transgender boy and his family.
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One Response to Lucille was a Snake-Handler

  1. Paul says:

    Wonderfully bizarre yet told so normal it becomes real and acceptable. You are a fantastic poet.

    Like

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