(for Stephanie, who sings Porgy and Bess the way she hears it)
Things that you're liable, hmm hmm hmm, Bible,
It ain't necessarily so, I tell her.
She nods up and down,
disagreeing from the neck down.
She sings the next verse, barely able to keep laughter from breaking the rhythm.
The oldest man in the Western tradition is swapped for a snakehead.
She laughs and repeats in a loop
her revision of miracle for monster
patriarchy near-incarnate stoned by vipers in the brain.
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