LCT JOURNAL 2020
Lilith’s Apology to Eve Julia DaSilva There is a world where I leapt over the garden gates with Satan on my heels, and reached you first. There is a world where I climbed the forbidden tree and you dropped your basket of fresh flowers like Adam might have dropped a spring garland —your crown— when he learned you ate the fruit. But this deflowering only freed your arms to reach for mine, and where the serpent might have slipped you a bite or two of apple I brought armfuls of satanic peaches and kissed the juice from your lips. There is a world where we looked back at the shared flesh of our regret, where he paused at the edge of the lake he told us would do for a sky— and we climbed skyward outward back over the garden wall, to laugh as he tasted the fruit we left as if it would work for him. There is a world where your eyes met mine and you found what you thought you’d lost the morning you saw reflected in the pool what you never saw in your other half—and submitted to being but half of your paradise. There is a world where we are whole with the knowledge of our reality. Page 54
