Once There Was A Snake

by Brenna Holeman

Hanoi, Vietnam

On this night, we ate snake meat and drank snake blood. We stopped traffic to buy balloons. We drank too much bia hoi and hitched a ride on a treacherous motorbike. We bought chicken sandwiches from a street vendor to whom you spoke Vietnamese. On this night, I thought you were the one for me.

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