De­bra Wierenga

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Self-Por­trait as Eve

I never use a peeler. I pre­fer the sweet fris­son of a par­ing knife chas­ing my thumb around an equa­tor of red-green globe. I’m a risk-starved wife, peel­ing ap­ples for a son who in­sists on naked fruit. I eat a snake coil of skin and he says I’m dis­gust­ing, then kisses me on the mouth.

I’d do it all again-marry the man, carry the sons. I’d eat the whole McIn­tosh, seeds and all. But I keep an eye peeled for that ser­pent. I’m yearn­ing for an­other Fall and watch­ing for new fruit to grow-there’s some­thing else I need to know.

Robert Perkins, De­bra Wierenga, Self Por­trait as Eve, 2007 will be part of the fi­nal presentation of Robert Perkins’s two-part ex­hi­bi­tion en­ti­tled The Writ­ten Im­age at Ben­jamin Spade­man Rare Books in Lon­don Novem­ber-De­cem­ber 2017. The art­work to go along­side this poem can be found as the front cover of this is­sue.

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