Serpent, Serpent, Serpent
by Sarah T. Jewell

There are certain sounds
you can only make
with a forked tongue.
You hear one hiss,
but there are seven
different ways to suss
out love, to die

inside. I can slither
now I have slimmed 
down, lost pound after
pound, I have shed
more than skin. Each
bite of that apple
is lost as flesh

off my spine, yes,
I do have one,
flexible as I am.
I took my ribs
from God’s baby teeth,
they fell out naturally.
Come here, sweet Eve.
Sarah T. Jewell is a Jersey City Writers moderator and founder of the Jersey Plums Poetry Workshop. Her work has appeared in Bird’s Thumb, Halfway Down the Stairs, and Cross Poetry Review. Her poetry chapbook How to Break Your Own Heart was published by dancing girl press in March 2017. She can be found online at:
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Barking Sycamores is a literary journal entirely edited and operated by queer neurodivergent people of color. We publish poetry, artwork, short fiction (beginning with Issue 3), creative nonfiction (beginning with Issue 8), and hybrid genre work (beginning with Issue 9) by emerging and established neurodivergent writers as well as essays on neurodiversity and literature and book reviews (beginning with Issue 10).

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