“What do you want to eat?”he said.

“I want something kind of good,” I answered.

“Mmmmmmmmm,” he said, “Well, what would that be?”

And I just smiled and looked away.

In a previous life, I was a snake,

And I would slither out,

Looking for an egg to take.

Stolen morsels have that extra tang.

And if I found one,

I’d swallow it whole,

And then lay around

With my belly swoll up,

Digesting.

“Boy, an egg sounds really good,” I sigh.

I think I really might miss those days

When I used to be a snake.

-jenn