I teach Boys how to eat through 
the core of an apple and speak poetry like a snake.

Oh! Did you think you'd get away 
with just calling me Eve?-- kiss
the poetry from my lips and speak
it like your own history?
Don't waste your cat calls
in  these forty days and forty nights 
of rain-- Don't try
to utter her name like it's pretty
like seduction--I am the
girl-necks you twisted like
apple stems-- Winesap-skin 
pinched dolls pinched from
the trees where our father filled
our heads with too many words--
too many footnotes-- too many
definitions for what we were allowed
to call rape--
Do we fit for definition--
did we have enough seeds to 
grow more pies for your kitchen tables--
don't name me Eve  if you 
want to learn to articulate these apple-cores--
I guess if it's all that suits you 
go ahead-- call me Eve-girl
or apple daughter-- or say what mean
and call me original slut--
the applesauce cup cunt 
who couldn't keep their damn mouth 
shut-- 
I don't take a offense because
I can be temptress but I'd rather you
call me serpent-charmer--
the snake lady under the lake--
Yes-- yes-- yes fine call me Eve
I know that's just what you name every girl-body
you see but I'm not a girl-body
I am cold blood--
and apple cores-- no I didn't
take a bite from a Golden Delicious 
just to stand here and let you call me
Eve--
I eat through the apple-- 
the seed the sinew the vein--
I eat words and I eat poetry--
I eat stems and the necks of all
the girls you hung from the tree 
to name Eve--
What do you know about scales
and what do you know about 
kissing someone like a page turn?--
No there will be no apple
left for you if that's what you're
afraid of-- the rattle-snake skank  
kept them for them-self so
you can keep eating peaches 
--cramming confessionals on your knees--
No! Boy Adam-- that's what I'll call you
if this is the game we're playing here--
No! I will feed you no words
that you do not know how to ask for and 
you'll find no applesauce here 
if you're waiting just to 
call all of us Eve-- and here's the 
secret Adam boy-- You stem rapist--
you apple voyeur-- you McIntosh misogynist--
You can't just sit around and wait for
the snakes to eat the apples
and tell you what poetry they all found there--
that's not how it works anymore--
this is isn't another Eve--
This is what it's like to call
someone snake-- throw your Adam name
into the lake and drown your 
Eve-body thoughts in the cores
of apples-- yes Adam can speak poetry 
too if he can get drunk 
on these apple cores-- feel
the scales-- shout
SLUT at yourself in the mirror--
ate through the core and don't
share your apples-- this is poetry 
this is re-building with scales--
We bury Adam and Eve under the tree
today and plant apple seeds
in their eye sockets-- see poetry 
with our mouths-- yes kiss me
like a page turn-- like a serpent--
page turn me mouth poetry.