
I’m not going to mow the grass. I’m going to water the weeds.
I’m not going to wear tight jeans. I’m going to strip and breathe.
I’m going to run to the woods. I’m going to release Eve.
I’m going to take back Eden. I’m going to dismantle the wooden gate.
I’m going to let in the beasts. We’re going to eat everything.
We’re going to share the apples. We’re going to sing with snakes.
We’re going to swing from trees. We’re going to sleep with ease.
We’re not going to succumb, control will never come.
Poem and Image by Nancy Byrne Iannucci