by Sarah Brown Weitzman

Everything was his.
Everything had his name
Every flower.  I had
to take his word
for it.  Sky, earth, water,
even the air his choosing.  
Every single creature,
even the snake.  
Only his
words in my mouth.  
My own name.  Why
then is it so hard to believe
I ate that apple.  Yes,
the snake was convincing
but I did it because
it was the one thing
that I could get
some credit for.


Sarah Brown Weitzman has been widely published in numerous journals including Poet & Critic, Art Times, The North American Review, Rattle, Mid-American Review, Ekphrasis, Abraxas, The Windless Orchard, Poet Lore, Potomac Review, Poem, etc. Sarah received a Fellowship from the National Endowment for the Arts. A departure from poetry, her latest book, Herman and the Ice Witch, is a children’s novel published by Main Street Rag.

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