Amanda Mitchell Dutton

Rattlesnake-tough

I always said I wanted to be rattlesnake-tough, sunning thick on jagged rocks, my hot music rasping
through the summer woods, fangs through flesh like warm butter.

My mother, shining a flashlight by her ankles in the humid dark, was repulsed by the snakeskin
pumps in the department store. In the backyard she gripped the axe handle with sweaty palms.

I’d ask her, is that something I could be? What if you found me curled up with you after a bad
dream? Mother, would you, if you were scared enough, chop my winding body to bits?

I was nine when I saw the footage in science class: jaws widening, she took her stillborn young back
inside, knots bulging down her patterned length.

Under duress, my body coils around itself. I lift my head, cock it back. What if one day you turn a
corner and I don’t give the shaking signal? My venom is strong; you can’t suck it out.

Amanda Mitchell Dutton is an MFA candidate at the University of South Carolina and studied Creative Writing and English at Hollins University. Her work has appeared in The Classical Outlook and Damselfly Press.
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