Sunday, April 19, 2026

Snakebit

Powell's in Portland, August 2015

A snake bit me at the bookstore

And I pretended all was well

She turned and headed for the door

A snake bit me at the bookstore

Her guilt made her despise me more

I knew she knew that I could tell

A snake bit me at the bookstore

And I pretended all was well

~*~

Triolet poetry inspired by a personal event.

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  1. Infidel753April 19, 2026 at 8:20 AM

    "Her guilt made her despise me more" -- funny how people are like that, isn't it?

    The personal event must have been a very unpleasant one. I hope, at least, that any serpents infesting Powell's are purely metaphorical ones.

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    1. PaulaApril 19, 2026 at 9:45 AM

      The inspirational incident actually took place locally in OC years ago with a bookstore nearby :)

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  2. Leslie Roberts ClinganApril 19, 2026 at 1:56 PM

    Ran into my old principal, did you? Absolute snake she was. I am sorry for your unpleasant encounter. At least she wasn't poisonous.

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