Published: December 28, 2015
I am not a garden for you to slither through,
for you to feed on the shrews of my smile.
You're serpentine, hissing hypnosis, trying to lull me
to love you. You should know, I am a daughter
of Eve; I crush the skulls of snakes
beneath my heel, a warrior woman, matriarch of the lost causes.
Take your scarlet lust, your dapper misogyny; take your slimy hands
and paddle the earth. Dig. Here you'll find me,
in the metallic earth. The dirt is cool, it cleanses;
I plant my feet like roots. I am a daughter
of Eve, and I've been burdened by deceit before. Hear my cry:
I will not eat of the same fruit twice. Instead, I will drink, deep.