A body without legs....

I am tired of being Eve-- ill

at ease in the garden. I ate

an apple; they said it made me sin

but really, I was stricken by

the venom of a serpent--

(surely, my Father knows, he will

protect me, surely, my reputation)

but it was a man who found me

first, fallen, "Eve-- ill, Eve--

fallen ill

in the garden; how will she recover

the grace afforded her?"

They did not

rest my head peacefully in a bed

of roses; rather, threw me to the thorns

where the serpent's venomous weave

enveloped my form; I became

a body without legs.