The Tree

Do you know
of loneliness
When the burden of apples is
so great, the branches split
And red drips into green grass
in Eden
There was no serpent
though Adam
Pushed my body away
help meet once
Witness to a husband’s sleeping
I know all
Children, Cain and Abel alike
come to
My breast and I am punished
for knowledge
Of disease or discovery
of soft sucking mouths and
Pain threatens to shackle
legs to earth,
But my belly swells, the moon rises
Cursed, he swore, I say
I am
Eve. Be aware. I am
your mother.