The Feminine Obscure 

Some would say. Eve was the exception.

Not the rule. Our birth into evil is not proven

by her search for truth or her fall into sin.

The wicked serpent is to blame.

It was the damn serpent

and that tasty Quince.

You know the song ...The

one about the Quince.

Oh the Quince oh soft sweet quince

it's flesh sweet as can be

All who try one then must buy one

and then they all do see...

who could pass one once they've had one

not you... not even me

The Christians got it all wrong. 

But you do not remember this song 

This is nothing new...

The narrative of Feminine Curiosity

being the downfall of man 

has been retold for centuries

Eve could be said

to have been reincarnated in Pandora.

She, ordered by Zeus,

molded by Hephaestus,

born of vengeance realized in

rebellious curiosity,

longed to know since first breath.

Pandora and her prophetic box...

She went to it.

Without withstanding she knelt before it

remembering the serpent.

A creaking lid 

an opened box

sealing another fate

marrow seeping into air

taking space

where there was no

space to be had

bones, cracked ,

under, snapped,

the strain 

There are corners once turned

that are never returned to.

Turns in a path 

That cannot

and will no

be retrace

Corners that

disappear

Under trees felled

that are trampled

under footsteps of

Men in yellow hats 

with orange vests

Who disappear these corners

one grey block at a time

burying them down holes 

too hard to find

Lessons are another thing. 

Lessons are extricable

from these corners. 

So one can still find their way

Keeping the point of 

moving forward 

in space in tact.

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