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 had work published in hundreds of journals including America, The North American Review, Rattle, The Mid-American Review, The Windless Orchard, Slant, Poet Lore, Potomac Review, etc. She received a Fellowship from the National Endowment for the Arts. Her latest book, a children’s novel titled Herman and the Ice Witch, was published by Main Street Rag in 2011.