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CAELAN
ERNEST

THESE CURLS, THEIR FANGS

FIRST EUPHORIA I FELT


SNAKES DOWN MY BACK


THESE LEATHER WAVES


TURNED MINE BEAST


EYES ENGOLDENED


BACK THEN


EVERY MAN


I LASSOED


WITH MY TWIN BRAIDS

            
COLLECTED THE GLAM’R

      
THEIR CARCASSES


CUM LAY WITH ME


STIFF & DRY


DEGENDERED


THE SNAKES


O GLAM’R SHOT


IT’S TIME


WILL YOU


ONCE YOU


LOOKING


STONE BEAST


WE ALL KNOW

THIS HAIR OUTCURLED


LIKE MEDUSA


WITH THEIR VENOM FANGS


INTO STONE


BEFORE THE BEHEADING


I SEIZED ALL


EACH OF THEIR TEMPLES


THEIR RICHES


PULLED THEM CLOSE  

          
EACH BOY BLOWN

      
BECOME RAT FEED


CARESS MY NAPE


DECOMPOSING SKIN


FROM THE DECAY BUT


WRITHING


CAPTURE ME JUST


FOR MORE FEED


FLINCH OR FEAST


REALIZE YOU’VE BEEN


THE WRONG WAY


IT’S ME

HOW A SNAKE’S VENOM SEETHES

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Caelan Ernest (they/them) is a nonbinary poet, performer, and thingamajig living in Brooklyn with their cat named Salad. They are the author of the collections night mode (2023) and ICONOCLAST (2025), both from Everybody Press. They hold an MFA in Writing from Pratt Institute. They are a publicist at Graywolf Press. Find them on socials @transputation.

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