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: www.stjewell.com.