god said:
do not eat
or you will surely die

but i tasted the red
And woke up
for the first time

my mouth was a wound
And a door
and both stayed open

adam cried
the snake laughed
the sky cracked like a rib

i did not fall
i looked down
and jumped

i was the first poem
he ever wrote
in flesh

then burned the pages
when i learned
to read them

call me sinner
call me mother
call me the match
god dropped
on eden's floor

i am the reason
you know
what pain tastes like

you're welcome.

they say i ruined everything
but it was already broken
a paradise with only
one voice

(and it wasn't mine)

i wasn't made
to be quiet
i was made
to question

i was made
to bleed the truth
no one wanted to hear

if you see me now
with my hands in the soil
no, i'm not mourning

i'm planting
a new kind of garden

And still
they ask me
if i regret it
the bite
the blood
The sacrifice

but no one ever asks
if god regrets
making me
sharp
enough
to survive
his silence

i am the reason
you know
what pain tastes like

you're welcome.