By Sally Young
Art by Cara Lewis
I wonder if Eve would smile
if she saw me now —
broken down, battered,
no knowledge for the better,
unable to save myself.
What was it about that snake?
Glinting eyes filled with hunger,
thirst for a better life,
an echo of inferiority?
God, I wish that apple would’ve
told her to wake up and stop her pursuit
Of something bigger than the garden.
This madness that she consumes will
bite, batter, break her
in the end.
I wish Eve would’ve
told me to stop clinging to
something greater than
a little girl can handle.
I am consumed and broken and
bitten and battered because of something about
that damned snake.