Fall
Some girls at school seem not to care who sees
Their bodies wet and naked from the shower.
The others hide behind a towel, like me,
And fret about it all for hours and hours.
One girl, though, just doesn’t seem to care:
She seems to love the thought of being bare.
She likes all the attention - no fig leaf for her.
She doesn’t care if what she does is wrong.
But she’s not sweet or innocent, she’s aware
Of what she does, and knows it won’t be long
Before he turns from her and goes for me.
And that’s her motivation - jealousy.
To set a trap you need to have a plan,
And tempting fruit is such a common feature.
How could she ever hope to trap the man
Without bringing an apple for the teacher?
She offered him her gift and knew he’d bite,
And I was left to watch, consumed with spite.
The ripe fruit was the bait, my sweet temptation.
Once bitten, though, the fruit turned brown and sour.
And now I sit and wait for inspiration,
As the lonely classroom clock ticks down the hour.
How could she eat, like Eve, and still be free?
I ate the apple once: it poisoned me.



