Lilith Knew What She Was Doing Karen Petersen

My first thought was
alone at last
away from my trend to organize
alone in my jungle
wild, feral, unexpected so
imagine my surprise
to run against the man and
discover horticulture
(of all things) on all sides
what the hell
figured he must just be the gardener
but he said
I was supposed to bow to him
to pretend
(but sincerely) he was another light
no predator he
but a parasite symbiotic as mistletoe
had I known
I might have at least acted as though
I resembled him
or took after him in some small way
but he was only
the gardener, troublesome too
always after me
to define the difference between bone
and stone
as if the answer wasn't obvious
what a guy
he turned my wilds into plantation
antebellum
in the first sense of the word
and announced
original expectations too harsh
to even consider
good thing I got a better offer
and just left
after I gave words to the serpent.

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