and steel a woman
evermore— or
seasonally wretched.
Deed wrecked garden
with sin-tempt instead of fruit
that was fruit, Man
not to be conceded
girlish open legs.
Both tasted fruit and garden;
he let the snake in Now
the clap’s
hers and her.
“Sister, pick up your skirt and talk to your preacher.”
Author Bio:
Alexandra Honaker is the literary enigma of musicians and gourmands. The singularity of musical expression, its divinity and the dedication of those who live for craft, has greatly influenced her creative process. She strives to write toward the condition of music—close to truth and God. She is an autodidact of literature and feminist theory, concentrating on erotic feminism. A very old twenty, she is coasting in Hometown, MT working on her first novel.