Santino DallaVecchia is a poet & educator from Michigan. The recipient of an MFA from Vermont College of Fine Arts, Santino’s work has appeared Crab Fat Magazine, Dream Pop Press, Anti-Heroin Chic, Pithead Chapel, & Yes, Poetry, among others.
Previously in
Glass: A Journal of Poetry:
Hell
Santino DallaVecchia
Chimera
I came in like a ghost
& planned to leave like one
But by then too many people
Could say This is your body
When it was not
Could tell me I knew you
I remember you smoking
In the snowstorm
Your feet were bare
The smoke was me
The body was not
& yet & yet & yet
Explaining that
Never does any good
What follows is not an analogy
What follows is not to explain
The artifice of my body
What follows is the exact truth
When the snake
Who let’s pretend
Was just a snake
Who happened to know a trick or two
Who’d witnessed more than a few
Creation myths
More than few notions of immortality
More than a few paradises
Glances at the newest first batch
Of humans
They sigh
& hiss Just eat the fruit
You know you’re going to
You know you can’t help yourselves
You know you want everyone
To know your name
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