1 year ago
Last edited at 8:57PM on 11/25/2012
I certainly have an endoskeleton. That is, my elbows thud nicely against desks, and my hips make a bowl that I notice when I’m hungry and half-asleep. My collarbones perfectly hold perfume. I know sternum, radius, tibia – or is it tibula? Cranium, phalanges – there are many more, I know. 207. Have I done too many drugs too young? Anyways. Vertebrae. They’re what I’m missing. I need a backbone.
But snakes are nothing but backbone, and they are not the least bit straight or upright (I’m really saying principled and resolved). They slip around for a living. Perhaps the coexistence, in humans, of spine with arms, legs, ribs and whatnot, creates a too-strict framework for the backbone: its role is what is left over after the body knows movement, after the functions of breath and digestion are protected.
I would have been a better snake than a human. The stretching S, the single supple muscle, thick, forgettable skin – better than transparent, porous skin that marks up easily. Better something surging than a structured support. Ironic, though, that I’ve always hated snakes.