The sliver of time before I became tragic
Was it a wicked serpent’s word
Some desired autonomy
This devotion to husband and child?

Think with me honestly
What of heart’s protracted pain
Is my sweet apple affinity
My downfall?

On the Eve

serpent at My ankles, always
And nighttime evermore
“She should have known better,” they’ll say about Me
She, Me and the similar others
significant others who also ought
Now nonetheless wise to the slither

girl genius

She would seem simple
She would wear gingham
Carolina in her blood
Straight talk and backbone

Not a chance she’d want curls

I’m not sure if she’d laugh
But her eyes’d have a smile 
And her voice’d have a lilt
When she’d call kindness home