Blackbirdan online journal of literature and the artsSpring 2011 v10n1
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Eve’s Fall Through Technology

1.  The Telegram
     Ate the apple. Stop.
     Serpent in love. Stop.
     Leaves browning,
     berries sprouting mold.
     Everything dropping,
     staining my feet. Stop.
     Can you forgive me?

2.  The Telephone
     I can let it ring all night, high-pitched bells
     black as the bags under your eyes.
     Are you still jealous I was chosen?
     He slithered off
     fast as the snuff of a candle.
     But my ringing won’t stop.

3.  The Fax
      Enclosed is my confession. Read it over, sign, date, and send back ASAP.

     The serpent wound up
     my inner thigh.
     Risk-taking was my halo,
     paradise calibrated.
     He tore the seam between us.
     I know you are hungry.  I know
     you are lost.  My days
     are a frayed immersion.
     I peel and core and slice
     apple after apple
     to taste their rot.

4.  The Email
     After you blogged me off, everyone shunned me.
     Even the spam has stopped.
     My inbox so empty
     I surf unjammed
     to nowhere.

5.  The Text Messages
     Is this really what you want?
     Me marooned 8?  Me :’’’)?  Me SOZ?
     No, not SOZ.
                                         RU there?     WTF
     ILU   IHA
     The serpent is not my BF.
     I dn’t know how t stop fruit from falling.
                                         Only t run louder than any letters can spell
     You want grace?

     8 = infinity
     :’’’ = weeping
     SOZ = sorry
     IHA = I hate acronyms
     BF = boyfriend
     TARFU = things are fucked up
     LF = Let’s fuck  end

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