For all the things I carry – forethought of grief, caul of fury, burst stars in the back of my eyes — it doesn’t take much to wound a woman like me. My kingdom is a snake field; my inheritance, a tradition of superstition that says snakes have fangs and fangs love necks like mine. […]
Amanda Roth
Amanda Roth (she/her) is a mother, writer, and folklorist living in Central Texas. Her work can be found in Portland Review, Hayden's Ferry Review, Literary Mama, Jet Fuel Review, Five Minutes, and elsewhere. Follow her at https://msha.ke/amandarothpoetry