Medusa’s Love Letters

my laurel is one
of hissing tongues
and stony smiles,
yet books have been
written about the
color of my eyes.

they are like 
the ocean, 
poseidon told me,
many years ago.
he said,
you are beautiful
like the water.

the snakes i held
in my pockets
liked his sailor’s palms,
and when he
held my hand,
i could feel a
seahorse dancing
in my iris.

one night,
i looked into his eyes
and saw sculpture
in his place.

he used to feed
the snakes 
inside my head,
but the rocks here 
give no nourishment
like the seawater on
his fingertips,

and so now 
the snakes are out, 
foraging for flesh– 
i do not know
what they will do next
and I am scared.