← v7n1, Spring 2008
Poetry · Volume 7, Number 1

Eve

The serpent in my Eden

swallowed Adam.

He slithered into meals;

of course, my bed.

Wrapped himself tighter, tighter,

all around me,

ejecting sweetish venom

in my head,

no simple adder.

That stupe’s gone, he said,

strangling,

love me instead.