Dear Eve

I apologize

For the weak sinewy
bone that birthed you.

You have taken on the sins of all women
The female Jesus

You are the pathetic,
subservient, housewife.

Who was merely
nurturing your lover,
your companion,
the one that you long for.

Disenchanting body-
the revelation of
a topography of lard
shatters you into
bits of shame
under his eyes.

Those snakes are so
very tempting with
their slippery tongues,
their artful deceit.

You are the blamed
and
your daughters have not gained
an ounce of your strength.

It is your helplessness that
they have exploited
with each bat
and pucker
and pinprick
and polish.

The beginnings have not been embraced
and
for that

I apologize.