Inspired by Clint Smith’s poem of the same name
If long ago adam had
eaten the apple instead of eve,
do you think we would have
ever fallen in love,
maybe we wouldn't have even
had the chance, maybe
things would have been different,
you know, maybe Anne Boleyn
would have kept her head,
maybe one of us would fear
the other sometimes, maybe
I would be the one securing your
chastity belt, maybe you
would be the one who’s features my
father fears, maybe you would have
angered others by having balls
and not me, maybe the
femininity I have now would
be considered a gift from
god that produced a
history which otherwise
would have would have raised
sexually entitled men who
otherwise would have taught
their wives to keep their
mouths shut unless he
had a use for it which they would
otherwise still be shamed for
by men who otherwise
might have instead touched her
daughter who otherwise
would have learned
to never walk home alone at
night or trust adolescent boys
who otherwise would
have probably been taught
that satisfaction is a
right which can be taken
with force if necessary. I could
go on but what I’m trying
to say is that it would
have been a conundrum if something
had changed this
like a revision in whose
hand was written reaching for
such forbidden fruit