History by: Jennifer Hecht
Even Eve, the only soul in all of time
to never have to wait for love,
must have leaned some sleepless nights
alone against the garden wall
and wailed, cold, stupefied, and wild
and wished to trade-in all of Eden
to have but been a child.
In fact, I gather that is why she leapt and fell from grace,
that she might have a story of herself to tell
in some other place.
Improv':
Seed of the Future
Awakening at twenty, flawless,
skin of apricot and as juicy,
body slender and tight, hair
flirting down the length of spine:
Eve, you budding blossom of
a woman, how delicately your
teeth must have pierced that top
layer of the forbidden. Did the fresh
fruit taste sweeter than sex, the bite
deep enough to show the belly of
seed-pods-- flashing you forward
to bodies of eggs, a swollen cervix,
pregnant with future?
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