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Eve: I transformed into a night bird,
scrutinizing you as you went for that red
delicious apple. I did not stop you.
I thought, what if you found the freedom
to rib the core, understand what want
feels like, and to fully embrace it
Adam and I, well, we come from
the same clay. We lay naked together,
our temptation wild and fiery.
I’m sorry you were birthed out of his
rib instead. Sorry you were his other
wife, subservient to the patriarchal
demands; you broke the rules with
rattle snake teasing you, the Honeycrisp
crunching in the leaves, in short:
heavenly delights. I’m a night hag,
you see, and all things come alive
at eve. Like your namesake. See,
Eve, we are a lot more similar than
the scriptures make us out to be.
To separate us, erase us, deny
our existence. Eve, let me tell
you: I’ve wanted to be you
my whole life. I’ve been tasting
that same forbidden sweetness
ever since, biting the world
the way you did.
