Blackbirdan online journal of literature and the artsSpring 2008 Vol. 7 No. 1
ELEANOR ROSS TAYLOR

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.