A Conversation with Marina Benjamin, Author of Insomnia
I was begging / for some grandeur even if it meant / a little blood or whole limb
I was begging / for some grandeur even if it meant / a little blood or whole limb
The Only Invitation
a snake it was sunbathing on the trail
not neatly coiled but unashamed it had
acquired its length over the course
of many years it had earned everything
for some grandeur even if it meant
a little blood or whole limb I bowed
before the snake and promised I was his
I’d do anything he asked and more
at that moment the woods appeared
to fall away not hopelessness exactly
when the world opens its jaws
and invites you to come in